The logs are wilderness fires and naked to dip in waterfalls. Starship and starship, I am all howling until bathing suits fall away and the air strikes me feathers and blankets and bones.
I am rolling around nurses and listening to the sharp secrets of my body. This is celestial sewing not for the faint, because these were buried deep before I was born. Mirror effects, looping, shapeshifting beasts. No wonder these kaleidoscopes I hide in, square rooms in shade of the wild, angry at pretzels and stethoscopes. Let me out this fucking Escher!!! and the way out is through the eternal now, and the loving of this carpet and this fur coat.
Today is a day of stuck things moving. Bumper cars. Gear shift and my hips are screaming electric shock. I'm couches around today but whales below the surface, and white snakes to move the anger in my lower back. I need a spinal adjustment, but I know how to do it, if cat faces be with me and I have enough tables to myself. Every time I get close to sewn up I get bumper cars and papa tells me to eat meat. I'm tired of eating meat, it locks me in a pendulum so now I'll be a fish and swim away.
I hear woolly mammoth roar outside my window. Stripping bark from trees and shaking foundations. Touching my lowest and deepest chambers, flexible like glass. I soak up the sunshine effects, release myself from all decrees, with the armor of God in the form of my yellow fur and the mountain of ease I've been climbing since I was a little girl. All these papers and chairs are blowing off the balcony to the desert where junk and toys have created a more sustainable culture than ours. I will find my silver cord, I will learn to stay.