Fly and ride sister trip,

Surf on the crest of the wave wall

Shoot down a hundred thousand miles an hour glide

Moan through the disembodied mourning of self-expression


Burst open: a morning-gold explosion of multi-colored sparks

Rays prismatic

Chromatic swoop of wings

Slow to a grind

Halt and pant on the floor.

Sweat dripping to your feet spin-

Swoon into the dharma blues again.