Mound City Disconnect
Natural Bridge
There’s a natural bridge that crosses from day to night, there isn’t a channel to wade.
Thought can be seen and desire dissipates like tears from the past.
Unmanned my body is as useless as hidden treasure to the spirit pleased.
Lyrical yet discordant, multicolored worlds collide, the universe rehearsing a dizzying spin.
All the while my strength and honor is clouded by long-lost provenance.
Disconnected, I move effortlessly from here to there, untouched, unencumbered, uninvolved.
Liberated from knotted entanglements.
Caressed by a faceless marshal, her honeyed essence vibrates.
Sain blows here.
Harmony is our bond.
d. mascus