Poetry for the Grey

The amazing signs of all that I divine. Words are the wind and pain is the grey heron. In that self reflection I look up to see hawk. No more pretending. The magic of the world is ending. Penetration of the core. I love and thirst for you more. Ojibwae eyes of grey, you see me and laugh as we are holy naked in the sun. We have just begun to set the world on fire. My Sagitarius meets your Cancer and our intersection is the answer. Other man, he stands, but no I will not give his name. I call him John and know that he is sane. In the presence of "You people," he speaks a satanistic dunder, in this moment bringing on thunder. maybe his blade was never chaste, but now all the whores are going to pay. As he removes the art of his heart, the women of that realm will cease to be. Everyone will want them out of reality. I knew the moment I met you that we had a tie to the trees and the air. Please come to the forest and meet me there. We can just be under the tree, entwined intellectually, but holding hands as true creatures should be. Love, hopegod3