I set down upon the stoops of angels

A street, grey, familiar,
    therefrom lifts
    a part of my heart
    with love, queer –
    in love, queer love it is

Love were you not strange
    I might not mention you as oft

Touching my pleasures
    my wounds show
    and radiating a dark light too

As there is a Dark Night
    there is
       a Long Peeling

Darling you curve into
    this place of me just now,
Matching my gait,
    your gaze on
    the monsters in my wake

oxygen

it is the way one breathes and the fact that the breath is tied to the emotions.

Lets just talk about trauma.

one experiences trauma, the body becomes tight.

the breath is held – bated breath.

one bates one’s breath when also excited about something such as a loved one, a lovey-dovey or crush or whatever, or sensational excitement like fireworks, or getting what one wants such as a manipulator at the prey crawling unknowingly into the web; these are all things titillation.

but fear also causes its own sort of excitement in the spiritual and emotional body. as such we are often tight when unintending or unknowing; unconsciously taut; making the lungs taut, the organs taut, it makes all the muscles or certain muscles taut, and the vessels of the body too including the blood

In order to countrerbalance this tautness and sharpness of breathing — short sharpness of breath — one must meet  body with intention, that is to say, not just breathing, not just automatic breathing, but breath with intention, yet also the intention of the body, that is to say to occupy it, to understand that the spirit is not in the body, but the body is ALSO the spirit. 

so as the body breathes, the spirit breathes. as the body breathes, the spirit breathes.

walking differently \\ alignment \\ setting up \\ so that the breathing channels themselves are free and unwound, able to take in as best they can – in the case of a city like los angeles – what little oxygen there actually is.

this also predicates and merits the leaving of any situation that is cubicle or box-like, such as cash register or actual cubicle or box, and go outside and work, that is, a place where there is nature, where there is oxygen, i.e. the beach, the forest, simply the porch or backyard. OR spiritual oxygen gained from the exchange of mutual squiggles winding in a sort of tandem, harmonious manner

a lot of Thems

I was your imagination
a mouth turns into a mouse
turns into a cat

When people look at me
they see something i do not see

     What is it like…
    When they see/
    What they see/
      Do they truly see the best of me?

           WORST IS THE NEW BEST