Evolution

i brushed a rose
across my forehead,
buried my face in her red,
where the blood flows.

i am immersed in the most
elegant state of being;
there's a dangling energy
drifting inside of me.

somewhere in this sea
lives a creature of mystery,
and i'm reveling tonight,
pulling down on this
new moon. it's a fight

damn, it's a fight.

it's a raindrop synagogue,
gonna worship at the shrine,
something's pushing out
bout to leave something behind.

i'm writing this shit in pieces,
it's taking months
got my face in pillows
i'm a weeping willow of
solitary confinement

self induced recourse

it's a necessary process of
writing out the vowels
and wringing out the towels
as I disembowel. 

I got this gift
it came with a price
not minimal sacrifice,
but a whole child's life,
and if I had to give mine

to help us understand

it's a worthy exchange
in the interim.

Sometimes air cuddles me
wraps me in its invisibility,
like a cosmic father
keeping safe his daughter.

they say perfection is infinity
and if that's the case
I'll never be finished with me.

I'm at the edge; got feet dangling
I'm wrangling with the finish line
hurry up and wait
hold on, not time;

the hardest part of writing
is writing
the hardest part of dying
is holding onto breath
the hardest part of living
is awakening the happiness

these moments are pertinent
to the whole of the evidence
these experiences so relevant
to the places we can ascend.

i brushed a rose
across my forehead
smelled her scent
and lived again.

~vennie~

(copyright @ dbv publishing 2012)