under neath that unbearable heartache that reaches to the end of time and beyond
that dark aching cavern deeply fingering into the roots of the beginning
under the ground
so far under the ground
the beginning of it hidden from sight
but the familiarity is not unseen
no the familiarity
has been with me since
to find it
when was i without this....?
was there a time i was only
from the inside out?
without that ax ratcheted in my craw?
when was there ease..?
a flow without hesi hesi hezi take it! tion?
bistrings vibrating melody so freely
it happens entirely in the absence of effort or intention or thought....
like when you are doing the dishes and you notice you are singing...
it just started
before you even noticed.....