“falling upwards”

falling upwards

a reprieve

stacked erroneously 

spastically stifled

elongated indefinitely 

matches consummated 

fleshless fervent freak

ostentatiously obsolete 

fungal friends feelings

fraught with fire

scorched and urned

waiting to be scattered and set free

waving goodbye with the ocean

a reprieve

falling upwards

*Was hanging out in a room with my brother George in his current earthly physical form as ashes in an urn and this is the stream of consciousness poem that came out. it’s kind of like fishing, surprised at what comes out. there was definitely an energy in the room. not sure how much is imagination 💭 but I felt a force. weird thing to me is the poem comes through, then I’m like, “Do these words even make sense or do they just sound good together?” Some of them are words hiding in my brain that I had to look up, remnants of my English major days. The mushroom line seems out of place to me, “fungal friends feelings”, but then I remember how sacred psilocybin mushrooms can feel 🍄 the plan is to “bury” him at sea, immediate family only 🌊 🤲 😇 💗