Exhilaration rises on its hind legs- Like a Portuguese lion I am the sound of relentless forgiveness. The winds whisper and travel the hidden valley of flesh. And I am Now a A speck of dust blown from revision. Changing currents slow and gelid, then Fast Faster Becoming Ever present in a sea of dirt. Once, I dreamed of diamonds and Like moments, I lost them all Faster than light They scattered like stones Harder than September is to separate My love. Like an elusive adder Now gone Content in its bend. For when it's right When it's so damn free New The essence hides at the bottom of the bowl.