it is simple. keep it simple.

it is simple. keep it simple.

it is simple. keep it simple.

i go to the underground to find my breath.

diving into the saltwater, i lose the weight that weighs me.

for a while, i drift and dream of things i can't remember

before i run the stairs to her home. to the circle of earth.

she carries my hands in both of hers, and i feel the purr of panthers and the crack of fire.

for a while, i drift and dream of things i can't remember

until i remember why i came

and i cannot find the words to ask. they tumble like half-hidden question marks, unspooled and stacked like awkward furniture.

what can i do? what..no, why..no, how....what do i need to knowwhatisthereformetodopleasepleaseplease

dissolving into a humble plea. somehow. please. a miracle.

in the alphabet of heat, there comes a reassurance,a calligraphied embrace.

the blue star will be fine.

in the thunder of drums, the mantra comes:

it is simple. keep it simple.

it is simple. keep it simple.

kiss me. hold me. stay good to the treasure.

live. dance.

all is well.