Old Thin Flannel
He swaddles me in soft-worn flannels
to comfort my hard-won heart.
He waters me
washed bare smooth souled
with tears of suffering
and joy.
He caves my soundless nights
with dreams from other times
replenishing live imagined memory
as co-arising blind intuition's
ecojustice peace
flows like soft warm flannel
across my bare sunned shoulders.
He frees my soul to soar,
soil souled sweeping dance
singing songs ringing resonant silence
inviting reverberation's acute response,
our synergy
in Gaia's karmic key of harmony.
He informs my incarnate nature's love
to live primal gratitude
within our mutual gift identity,
transactions enculturing passion's design
Fragrant feelings
wrapped in soft-worn flannels.
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