Like an innerspace tune up
by instretched arms
beyond their bounds
dream fingers turning
the dials of the depths
Idles adjusted.

The spiritual reboot

I'm here, man.

Boom and in
Then oof and up
Soft in the West Coast drizzle.

Sipping coffee in the morning fog
I can feel my old ghosts walking around here.
Mist paths and mist traces
the good, the many bad

I aim to collect them all into a group hug.
No one left behind.

out there under the purple morning dawn
out there under unreal eyes

swimming in the deep

Up and in the morning still-light
entwined and breathing
the birds of chests set free
weightless
into the new float