How it goes Auntie Emme

When slumbering in sleep
the mind stumbles


the years become ripe
the soul scatters to the wind



images are smitten with one another
the body is contagious




reason has lost the way
doubt arises as a single thing




grief shares its death
fear moves like smoke




effort speeds off with choice





vessels pump pain




limbs withdraw from understanding





& absolutely nothing seems held together





Remember this...
when the eyes




& the cheeks




& the voices dry up




when the mind dissolves its lethargy




it is then,
that is the time when the spirit summons back Life




cling to this hope




look toward this happening

for it will be

for it is yours





for it has arrived
for it is now



yeah baby.