i wouldn't have made it this far without documentation
pressing the button, reliving the sensation
of your velvet lips and lack of frustrations
with the way of the world and its firm hesitations
i'm blooming in your hands - a spontaneous seed
shooting up from a fistful of dirt like a dandelion weed
the equation of my past life had neglected its needs
confused by its location, dwindling in speed
but i hear the strong call ringing in the halls
the vibrations build and tie their rhythm without pause
the spirits and the guides articulate their humble cause
i'm taken by your cyclone white
and where the light stuck in places
when you left my room that night
i'm mesmerized, watercolor eyed
from the brisk winds of your visitation
from your soul opening heights
