I can feel a chill creeping down my spine,
as a sweet toothed vampire hovers by my side.
My sap begins to glow like slow falling snowflakes
A thick adhesive river glowing on your hands.

As if I’d unknowingly caused you harm.

You say the sky’s starting to look grey
That the rain doesn’t feel so soft on your skin
The Sunset does not look as it once did
No, the Moon does not look as she once did.

We’ve acidified all the oceans and keep turning up the heat
The ozone layer is increasing the atmosphere swiftly dissipating
It’s up to us if we want to save ourselves
Gaia will save herself!

We sure as hell know what we’re doing; talkin’ about it all the time.
It’s all that we’ve created it’s all in our minds.

All hope and hyperempathy is right there with all that we could ever need.
Cause we’ll always have our intuition stems from the Great Mystery.

And if you pay close attention to the present time,
you’ll feel the world inside of you- as it streams through your eyes!
And I’ll see you as you stare right back at me
Through fathoms of space so great, I can’t barely begin to contemplate
The neural fires running rampant in our skulls
The intricacy that allows us to relate and perceive dancing photons
And what it means to see in patterns of light, as you wave, you ripple through me
Engulfing my soul you shatter my whole being with
Your splendor, your magnificence, the sense you send with fingertips
the lightning in your looks, and the twister way you say your love in wrathful breeze
but ensure a complacency for your
methodology a cybernetic system you know to work
to keep you alive and well a regulating
intent for your soul betterment.
With mountains piled to the sky and ceaseless currents to keep ample supply
And provide for all the things struggling to survive
That’s the Law of Life and there is no way
Out of it except through death, and even then you’re that much more
A part of it as it builds in you, and you in it and just
Like that taunting myth of Sisyphus
You gotta do what you can to create something from the nothingness
Like stars above seeking to allure, stratify atomic seeds to
Spawn new worlds creating conflicts in universal spheres;
Or the people who share love circulating a prayer for peace,
To help preserve placidity, our patience will give Life a chance at endurance.

My bark ripples now as they retract their fangs,
Leaving my soul intact for another day
But across the silence I hear whispering
That everything is still OK.

A final stand to put things back the way that we found them
To just let go and accept the natural course of life and death
And view our achievements from a higher field of consciousness where
We can see, the playgrounds for the trees, sustainable bioregionalties
Revere our place in Nature, nevermore acknowledge our exile from a
Holy place as if seeking new enlightenment
Was some sinful satan-istic thing
From the likes of which we’d never flee-
well I will not suffer for an eternity cause I know-

She loves me so.