Shedding skin, the smoke sets fire to the old
and crawls out blackened, his scales and wounds sewn
together with time. The clock's hands are shown
together, clapping twice a day, and felt
like a boom in my ears. Dig for the real,
walk like a gangster & let go the crutch.
The good God won't let you down, watch him catch
you with a subtle breath and sooth your soul
with warm waters. Blessed waves, a session
in the womb. The day relaxed went fast.
My realizations branched out like a tree,
roots hid in friendship, not so much wishing
for less pain, but more love, as worries roll
away, live waves sent back home. Love is all.