the heart of the head

by Serrin Argo   

Trying to review the course your own life has taken 

in a sense becomes successively more challenging 

with each subsequent stage. There's an eloquence 

in knowing how much you've lost since coming of age. 

There may be a degree of a languorous, delayed maturation.

All in good time for the echelons to arrive and line up 

in a circular face off.  Like magnets assembled along 

a predetermined and superconductive line

 It's difficult to tell when they'll awake from 

their super held spell about which state was real 

 and which counter dominion reflected the dream 

still held perfectly still inside the heart of the head

Behind the Guardian of Growth

 by Serrin Argo 

We came carrying into the flowers because of the same old shenanigans.

 It was like we weren't indifferent to the hours so much as we no longer 

cared about time. It was sort of like trying to capture the feeling of   

letting go.  As if we'd lived our lives grounded to the positive current 

underlying the entire electromagnetic universe and as if we could  

disconnect from that well it turns out you can to the point it becomes 

addictive and that's why reincarnation's all the rage within the ever 

spinning maelstrom surrounding the eye of the corona the opening 

and widening of the iris receives to accommodate the visions

of the newly formed lands of paradise found blossoming about us