Healing

Let the healing begin
Let the harmony find a setting that leaves no separation between the auxiliary people and the regulators of the axis upon which we spin and have come to depend.

Let childhood be discoveries deeper into the light after you pass the litmus test at the end of the tunnel,
rolling with the resonance through the rapids down Ogre's canyon.

Patterns on the wall , patterns in the seasons.
Childhood desire filled with peppermint breaths and time spent finding someone to tickle feet and fancy.
Can't hold back these feeling, can't mentalize it or isolate it to an island where the highway is jammed with everyone trying to catch the last ferry to the mainland.

Skin needs closeness to give it some integration with the echo in the head.
Needs to brush up against promises being processed through the invisible but tactile prism of love in a promised land ---where premises have not yet been presented and feelings are jetted to the surface and go through a transformation and amendments begin healing the aches sealed in grains of personal histories.