hierophant staring at us

It’s important The place to begin is a safety and a bloom. You there white wolf. Use your words and brush down your hair.

I was that runaway. Running away. All the way to the hillside, I took my heart and bag of daggers. I cruised the Mission getting lost in the back roads, exploiting my car insurance for tanks of gas. Something got inside me.. and right when it threatened to turn me inside out because I wouldn’t let it go, I let you go.

Daggers and ruined heart. Daggers and the runes are tossed. I wouldn’t slow down. And I could never stop loving you.

Use your words now quiet wolf. Use your feet too tender for hard floors. Use your hands so long and small .. use your breathing and capture my ear. All that music that belonged to you. All those nights I drank into my paintings. The times I began to unravel. Use your words and fists. It’s ok. I will never stop loving you.

I’m almost measuring myself into this measuring cup.. a centaur running out and left now west and south. There is compassion and the widest eyes under the widest skies.. the seed is in the soil

art credit: The Hierophant. by Emmm.