Be hum
Be buzz
Be flow
Be fuzz
Be current
Be source
Be earth
Be force
Be glitch
Be itch
Be dim
Be bright
Be A
Be I
Be out of sight
Be low
Be high
Be light
Be white
Be vibe
Be rate
Be more to make

Thought
be hard and course to the swallow

when its taste
be set on another's tongue

a scent
will sweeten its sour
to the very seed I plant it on

I think
as far my thoughts

and stay
out of the reach of others

She rests on broken silence
Combs her blush oer the seething skirt of the red eye
Her lament topples treachery from its poisoned perch
Seared to rock by scaling hands of white fire
The servile on request
opt neath her nestled fleet
ground to dust and chaff

Light bends its mind to the hum of soul
Turns eye in on claim of self
Strips guile from oceans of red ripples
Thick and warm gainst the rich vein of repose
Reigning its sheathing blood electric oer its fawn
Curing  flesh to the heat of its heavenly body

There
be no lack
most be asking for less
by not allowing more

all creation
be claimed
thru resonance of body
in accord with desire

The actors
in mind

play out
the parts assigned

What  
you choose to tell yourself

you will
answer to

an answer
can only spin
in accordance
with
the essence of its question

He spoke
and spoke
and spoke
and spoke

until
he had said nothing

and then he was heard

The
stirring
vibration

thickens its essence
into the soup of physical matter

No one
be your fault

they be your fiction
imagined
as your
fault