May 27, 2013
Sarah is in the Tent
Sarah Is In The Tent
Avraham within the cave wondered if when he killed the kings, he was lost in defacing God;
Someone I admire is superman
Like the Wheel of Fortune, I have strategy
Avraham was in the cave when you took me down there
Emptiness makes it okay to be a dragon with wings.
The more I allow the volcano to erupt, the black sand beaches covered in trash from washed and broken straw huts, the caste system, very unique, geckoes, shadow puppets behind a silk screen, more fear than I’d like to admit, even if we walked on water, it was all perfectly alive
An endless way to paper doll myself—laughing with scissors focusing and above my body. I’d never want to buy time, but let it go. Balloon and all, patty cake, and Avraham The Baker’s wife.
If you come to our town, you may want to buy food beforehand. We came to see the light show, and it meant more to the someone I admire to be reminded of the gift of mathematics and angles, magnifying glasses, and laser light. Humble man, all dreams are endearing.
As long as my head peers over that lava, I may be seeing something
having made the choice to shine but the dragon’s bones are still inside of me
And my light is just a flicker of his breath.