12/29/2018

my withered hands soar over water
across islands, born and unborn
from and beyond the dim horizon
i lay crystalline lace
over cooling magma,
mossy visages of rock,
living mortals,
and their dead gods.
i tire
but cannot leave the loom
while there is light in the day
there is light in my eyes
unblinking, seeking and making
the invisible pattern -
i make and am made

12/17/2018

i want you to take
nice easy breaths
in through your nose
and out through your mouth
i'm going to put my hands
here

and

here

and place just a few fingers here

and

here

just feeling for specific areas that may be holding
negative energy
perhaps here

or

here

down on your chin
over here

and

here

moving up your cheek
to alleviate any stress
much of this tension appears
to be spreading

focus on the air
leaving your lungs
'til it begins to soften
i'll be very careful
you're in the early
stages of annihilation
feel my hand
here

and