White Flight

You with the tea and all

This warm woman great shaman from the bottom up

grabs the tea and explores the leftovers

"Not much in this mint feast,

those medieval urges,

crunches-up-to-the-knee

Western honey so slowly bathing your c- (THE REST I COULD NOT DECIPHER)"

What else was she supposed to foreshadow?

An ancient sheet, dry and unclean?

The Good Book of Blues, Mint Skin and Pepper.

Epilepsy eclipsed by the light of the moon,

a white flight beyond OUR senses.

We,

both.

As a dark axis, DNA.

The ratio of the vultures,

screams from the lung.

I am between dark and holy.

That is good,

but what else did she wrote?