your fecund and fertile mind

all the little mushrooms that grow
in your fecund and fertile mind
cause me fiery visions of the world
when I am brave and partake

I hold my hand out and up

I hold my hand out and up
to feel my way along
to take what you'll give
a hand out, a hand up
and we each get along

inconstant shape-shifting and feral

That shark-filled sky may be our roof
but shelter with me now from this rain
I will speak to you with my body
But I no longer remember the words
they give hard edges and meanings
to everything beautiful and true
that should remain free and expanding
inconstant shape-shifting and feral
and prowling the dangerous skies