Wicked weather
Astral atmospheres
Feeding our breathing
Lonely
Haunted
Here
Wild
Weird
And wide
Like our vision
Like our hunger
Seething with craving
For color
And
Mother
Oceans
And
Emotions
Bright lights
And
Secret nights
We
Desire
Fire
Friends
And
Fires
Some smoulder
Some soar
With fervent heat (velvet hallucinations)
Some dead
Ashes a mound
Charcoal souls
Burnt thoughts
Come to my fire
And feed
Your deepest need