Visitor

Starved of light,

of warmth,

under stillness 

and moonlight.

Wind blown 

leaves,

Naked trees

Slender in the 

twilight.

As above, so below

my body , my soul

waits,

 for the bite

of the night. 

So Be It

Reception of conception.

I am the receiver. 

My body's Perception,

A Deception, deflection.

The mirror's failed

Reflection.

My growth rings,

beyond detection. 

I am the exception. 

DNA rules the rule. 

My mind rewriting primal 

cues thwarting extinction.

My codes of me will Be.

Just Be-cause.

Future paths will Be.

 Forged through my soils of "was" .

Just because .

Cultivation of my genetic stagnation.

Soil and Sky & I and I.

Song of Conjunction.

Ethereal Functions exist.

Instinctual incantations live long and whisper.

Giving nourishing melodies to the willows that

will sing them back to the Sky.

For eternity.