tom taylor

unconditional love

washes my laundry every second wave forms
flowing forward always forward gluing the
cosmos into its constituent one and done at
the heavier hours floated upward like no noise

but the song of plenty flowering inside your being
as the room fills with light and carries you outward
along the new highway love’s final journey into self
remits no pressure but allows the fusion of opposites

fire-matter of the world’s body and sign emanating
from everywhere all at once being one that comes
& makes in the silence of collection the glow of
its permanent nature in life for the rest of all days