
Time Tenderizes all things
Or turns to stone
It seems
Petrified of Life as Saturn’s Scythe
Claims his harvest
Stalking behind unwinding Lives
Or
Soft moist meat and juice pulverized
From the Past Let Go Of
Ritually
A nurturing broth simmering
For Others to Eat
when You are gone
Traveling
Deeper
Within the Dream
The Seasons of life are seasonings
And spice
For the ripe fruit
And hot stewing
Brew
Of truth
That once clothed itself in Me~s and You~s
Seeds to roots
Til Leaving
Once
Again
To climb back through
A new womb
Tender
as a new born babe
Laying in wait
For Saturns sharp Blade
As hot red blood
Nurtures
Times intrepid Tomb.
CLJ 3-10-25






















