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Multanomah Falls, Portland, OR - April 2021

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step to the mic oh mother may I, mother, mayday, ursa major, mother dear step to the mic oh let there be more light. let there be more light. still here. still here. still here to see more light, oh, let there be more light linked up hooked in strapped down locked and loaded tactile time machine mega mega white hot cool thing via multiverse channels to several separate places and experiences, simultaneously everything, all at once, forever, sing th'faith healers. life, in fits and spurts. Tits and talons to the wind and shedding skin. let there be more light. let there be more light. let there be life. raucous life, rocking back on bristling haunches. life, gathered in a tight and coiling spiral before springing forward, form from void, and she’s seated high on its back, high as a mountain, high as a harpy, hair like a storm cloud, tiny balled fists buried in the mane of life, pounding gallop, howling endless climax, and along the column of her spine, from sex to belly to heart to skull, a flare of foxfire brackets, a racket of ecstatic relief. let no man tell you they own the light. let no soul choke you out with chain, let no sick revenant wind sackcloth between your teeth. let nothing staunch the bleed of light. It’s time, it’s time, it’s time to detonate. a timeless shining dawn for hatching, healing. altogether everything is wreathed in mist. neural pathways all lit up, runaway runways, silver lilac filigreed filaments branching out, lichtenberg lace, coronium cobwebs against deep, plush, writhing darkness. straddle the rising wind, lap the gorge, cumulonimbusing, coax milk from aching birches, squeezing ommatidia between shuddering knees, drawing drones up and in, to see, to see, with a stag hag’s cackle the better to be with you my dears, to see more light, oh, let this be a reckoning and everywhere is bursting with vines, crawling with crooked ribbons of sunshine and swiftly rising rivers, all winged and thorned and branching, a fractal effort of antlers, scales, ferns, quills, undulating capes of upturned centipedes, uprooted cakes of clay, gasping raw cicadas, and sighing beds of moss. feathers, claws, and clots of fur flying, eruptions of scent and sound. bright tender verdant-ness, all blooming, rippling, all awake and glittering, big and dipping, oh my stars and flying saucers. oh web of life, oh grid of earth, oh circuit board of Every Little Thing, writhe, rise, writhe, rise, rise, rise, to join the light step to the mic, mother may day. let the prodigal song rumble as it rings, let it bring a reckoning cascade, let ‘er rip, with a deep and loamy sound, as of the earth cracking open like a giant set of ribs, as of a phoenix blasting off from the Venus mound. let love shimmer on the tongue like the charred and steaming aftertaste of lightning. eyes rolling back, throat opening, claws clutching air, oh, let me see more light. yes, let there be more light. let there be more light. let there be more light. let me see more light. I live, I live, I live, I live another day, to see more light.