tom taylor

untying death

‘what is not sought in the right way is not found’
today life is upwelling blood pumping forward
tossing blow binding honey favoring allowable
tunes in the heart feeling connection and love

against which I erase the suck and pump of the
stark otter slandering in the dank rope of the pond
unable to rotate its lesion in the unconnected hours
where a battle sleeps to be astounded by my troops

today life is forward steaming mind encharming to
gather foam when the hours leap on themselves, the
unrepeatable light born body hosting of the juice itself
endeavoring success in the links forward & continuing