Elwin

Step down the sands of time, past the red ant keepers.
and there he was.
cigarette packs, crushed beer cans, broken wine bottles.
poisonous outlets of human pain strewn all around when all they had to do was ask and believe.
pieces of institutionalized wood hammered into the veins.
so much pain wrought onto another living thing without consciousness.
but he was so willing to take others pain.

we made love within the branches and the roots.

he told me it was amusing.

we sat with our backs to him and asked to be healed.
he took away all my debris.

you still have a lot to do in this life. but you are completing.