Written on September 18, 2021 by ©Mitchell Pluto
the cup reflected by the Pisces moon
was the rim where I sip
the moon’s abundant helium
my feet floated
I followed my paws
to the oracle
who spoke beyond the clover
who lifted
all periods
decimal points
conveying a flood of onomatopoeia
what?
the lost spring of language
synesthesia
a con jury
empowering the lines of the triangle
balance and beauty
I am a mind
not alone
a prism between two women
one fire
the other
a ray of light
three points passionately
sustaining
a stream of charged particles
warmth, love and vision
a charged link
lighter to lightest triangles
only the weight
my face
looking outside the mouth
of an ego
is a name with teeth
eating time in front of me
making a fence everywhere I stepped
with a plan to
organize all tree’s into things
I burn as brightly as
the interior of some hidden structure
that lives in the sun
and do not know that part
leaving a trail of items
in a landfill
the oracle whispered
in my ear
pollen and a gentle breeze
cottonwood seeds
overlay
a turquoise sky
we were inside
each other
ornamental patterns
hand, claw, fin, hoof, wing, tentacle
what we saw together
with the omnivoyant eye