Fuck starting from the start;

Life should be art.

Archaic

 like those who first felt the fire of their own creation

And stoked it higher, raising their fists

clenched around hearts of obsidian

licking their lips

and stealing sips of symbiotic trips

undulating hips under lunar eclipse

transfixed by celestial scripts;

Complex

like those who could not predict the dance

of the constellations they serenaded,

faded like the sky grey of the ashes they left behind

wandering without time to tie wrists behind the present,

instead connecting to community

communing with mother nature's vortex, and the next, next, next dimension

by breaking down brain barriers, revealing reality,

celebrating the senses

Taste every texture that touches your tongue

Try out your voice;

there are songs to be sung!

feel the warmth of the sun and 

bathe in its light

bathe in the sweat of back-breaking toil

bathe in aches and surrender to pain

forget yourself to a birds refrain

and fill your nostrils with the sweet smell of

toothpaste, newspapers, burnt rubber and spray paint.

Let fresh air fill your lungs and tears fill your eyes,

Live in the moment and let the future surprise. 

Who?

What am i?

White mountain, where did we come from?

Existence begins in the snow.

No fingers, no toes,

just numb.

No memories, no desires,

just wonder.

We exist; huzzah!

Now what do we do?

Climb and climb,

slip and feel,

forget.

Other existers.

follow and follow

and watch and listen and learn.

Sounds travel back and forth,

and paths change.

A gift of flame, accept.

The circle never ends.

Add laughter

and a dash of where the fuck am I

Remember.

How to walk, then run.

How to inhale;

How to cough.

How to think for yourself  

At least I'm here.

At Least I'm here.

At last there's a destination.

Feet made of needles, climb inside,

curl up and reboot.

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