A bridge was offer yet I swam across anyway.

Across the devouring rose bushes

I bowed and knelt before I crossed

I cried tears of joy first

When I crossed safely I was met by the eclipsing sun

The Ten Human Senses

1. Sight, El Paso: The Passage and the Passenger
2. 2. Smell, Colorless Light and Noiseless Sound
3. 3. Taste: Approaching Your Shrine of Actuality
4. 4. Sound: Continue your approach
5. 5. Touch: Peace is a verb
6. 6. Time: A living piece, a living Peace
7. 7. Space: Tears of Joy
8. 8. Depth: The burden of Sorrow
9. 9. Actuality: Picture Yourself
10. 10. Having-been: Stiff as a board and light as a feather

I want to send you my number, it’s negative one, zero, and one. Like this -1, 0, 1.

So zero and two. So, Nothing, and two of

not-nothing. One is love, approach love. One is fear, withdraw from fear.

But I also want to tell you I’m totally radioactive and an ounce of me weighs about 5,000 lbs.

I’m terrified but somehow cold as steel.

But after that, when I pass the event horizon of my turtle shell, I’m a soft safe space where you can relax and feel vulnerable and wanted. A bubble bath with Aphrodite, a golden silence, a haunted song.

But, we might as well live on different planets. A wellspring of hope and hallucination to throw a coin into and make a wish to believe in our lies.

Imagine a dark living room, lit dimly by an old black and white T.V. — it plays through the static, a flashing puppet show of a boy named Howdy Doody.