# Feed  streams feed rivers branches stitch the cedar lines, lignin harvest the sun  arterial ways lead to my heart fractals suture life  *** # Harvest  time harvests experience the scythe must fall or all things become one understanding this my thoughts now run free  # Panormos Liberated  panormos an occupied burghal harbor a colonized chimera realm chattel and conquerors goods and services dominion squatters the demands ebb in the effects flow out slow erosion of supply, security, and place identity and worth splinters fall through infinity becomes bottom heavy ... the isle is turned on its head until there is balance once again chronicle it in a painting sign the left corner claim your ownership date and register it with time for safe keeping let the edges blur the bitter gall sweeten fingerprints fade mount it in a museum among the mental menagerie where human suffering is transformed into a desire to be free  # Storm Clouds 
storm clouds and wind nature reveals her dark side with cadence and candor  *** · # High Upon His Virtuous Mount  From high upon his virtuous mount The stone king delivered his icy edict He cast-out his heart’s desire The queen of the sun, wind, and tides The queen was a beauty But tempestuous, mercurial Exciting, creative, but not to be tamed Forever coming and going The love she had for the king Was split in two and shared with the moon  "How can foundations form sediments stratify if they are eternally stirred up taken to and fro," demanded the king "do not vex me so, settle or leave for I can bear your tremors no more" The emotional waves of constant chaos Had overwhelmed his heart  The weeping queen did as he bid Departed the realm Calm and stillness returned but all warmth left too The stone king’s heart froze became a crystalline dam  If he allowed it to warm, let go Emotional torrents would flood his land once again This he knew Still, stoic, and steadfast He'd remained up high on his virtuous mount Chaos had been banished Sediments were not stirred Ice did not melt Welled-tears became glaciers Foundations were cemented The land remained still  *** # String the Bow 
Spring rains string the bow shower my skin, trace my fingers aim for my heart  *** # Gossip 
a wind whispers gossip from afar behind their fans maples giggle  tall grasses bend in evil mirth my mind centers and sighs