growing up;
entangled in the vines
of what one could never know

dry mornings;
perspiring oblivion
and grape juice // blood water

it is the epiphany of all epiphanies to realize
that this highway looks the same as last time
that the hyemation burns higher;
that moltoremnen will happen again

but today,
hugged by walls the color of sunflowers
i reminisce.

growing up;
the road is just a blur
between breaths of
"are we there yet"

california looked like a work of van gogh
and i know,
for dried grass were fields of gold
and my eros joined the tarantism
of flowers on the side of the road
i grew up under petals of the sun
kissing clear skies

childhood was blue and gold
honey and cinnamon
a lack of weather to never discuss

growing up;
senses in iridescence
sweet supine in sonorous shadows
of pine and redwood and sequoia
i've seen the canyon of kings
and the valley of might
i might have crossed trails with magic
once or twice
a hazel gorgonize that remains in my eyes
the moment i saw the first shooting star of my life

growing up;
adoring the intermingle of improbable people
craving cities of sonder:
the luminosity of lost angels;
the golden gate breath of mania
oh, to fall in love with your footsteps
people watching is the cosmos at our fingertips
what a spectacular arrangement of stardust
a one in 7.8 billion chance of your presence
and one chance to introduce my wonder

growing up;
swept away by the orphic ocean,
an arcane ludic,
an abyssal mind-wander through water
the violent abluvion of the moment
the diaphanous stain of footprints in the sand
i was here but you'd never know it
i was here but you'd never know it
it's a specific character of music
this is the place that has appeared in my day-visions
since i came falling from my paracosm
an unruly paradise;
an aliferous inhale

growing up;
entangled in the lives
that never cease to
ebb and flow

a child;
skygazing from
the valley below

blue and gold and hazel;
sonorous and breathtaking;
honey and cinnamon and salt;
a photograph to never discuss

growing up;
though i didn't feel it

growing sideways;
a bird's eye view
of land i love

growing sideways;
a memory i'd love to discuss