the core sage's corsage

the core sage's corsage gouged out our sorrow
our coursing, sacred saga lost again and again in air
so the error seemed ageless like the pictures angels take
but i saw a boat's entourage enter oz by lake
the lady gates guard our wet, summer gaze
machines clock watches with landlocked faces
as your wooded shores flow into the washing
ocean's throne, more budded than waving,
saves the waning wand from that sandy slowdown
wounded blood loves lava floods at dawn
her bold beesub tubes under, bubbles it up thrilling marble
throwing circles around like marvelous charms
i'd move through you like that if i could
my truth grooved into your clicking roots
your ruby hooves digging the hours out of my future
we'd flute the fool into flying tunes for fuel
and float there together like cartoon moons
rules rolling over for our lengthy forest tour
our force feathers unspooling reverberating patterns
infinite ladders of verbing reverence
representing the confidence of permanent dancing
while tiny white lotus bits flit about us two-sunned,
fixed roaring white like there is no too-soon