When I die paint me in amethyst, 
bury me with writings twirling 
into flowers. 

Petal songs and memories 
from the future, 
even now I am dreaming of 

be(com)ing an 
elevated ancestor. 

I do not want for those of after 
to be effected by any 
negativities from my self 
or others that I have the power 
to cleanse in this life. 

Time & Space

Infinite collections of particles 
updating themselves in the nuances 
of my knowledge. 

What does it mean 
to know me in this matrix 
where our tongues trip? 

Adventure 
is tucked beyond my ears 
as a secret sunrise. 

I feel the vibrations 
of a gravitational pull 
in the horizon. 

It tells me to keep 
loving forward, dancing. 

These breathes clarifying
 into goddess, 

the distortions 
of this life tell me 

laughter in the sparkle 
of our eyes, 

the plurality 
of our tenderness, 

the slow motioning 
of our forgiveness. 

Siiaah: January 9th, 2016

:

Sometimes, We Dream &:

there are no other needs

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12/20/21

She, They, Family &/+ Names

Mxs. Isa Lee Love Jones René