first public poem.

So i spaced this as best i could to give you an idea of how it is meant to be read, it's more meant to be heard than read but I am not ready to vlog yet.

I have been flirting with this idea, concept, and openness for sometime now.

No committed relationship, nothing to go public with, a bit on the underside,

my own side side.

I heard this word some time ago and have been rolling around in it ever since.

Tensegrity.

I have read the anatomy trains ideas about it the architectural explanations of it, then I dropped them to come up with my own meanings for someone else’s word. I don’t think you’re allowed to do that.

Moving floating integrity,

changing adapting humanity,

open and willing vulnerability,

“never not broken” solidarity, and a shoulder to cry on. I am quite sure you cannot do that.

I don’t suppose you ever come out the other side of something the same person who went in, I suppose it would be a waste if you did.

She wrote “Om Shanti to the dust”. I looked around and saw many gatherings of dust that need a little Om Shanti, so I applied it.

To look at this new person,

this not waiting anymore for old person to show up new person.

To float in this support, this moveable free feeling, laugh a bit because the shit of life is sort of funny

open feeling.

So I give a silent moment in honor of this passion, these transgressions, and that great mountain that I

did not die on.

Om Shanti to the dust...