Disinhibition

Braiding orange sun, 

fluid horizon unplugged from blaring joy, 

the new melody of an authentic self.

Each day at full volume, 

creating the sounds of music and the signs of laughter, 

enamored by the blank canvas.

Caught between coherence and chaos

cold language wakes a quiet mind.

Uncontrollable expression, fresh conversations

as liquid courage brings you closer to death.

The experience of bread, fresh cold waking,

spontaneous tattoos, being among achievement of beauty.

Rural afternoons trailing good company, 

crying for the lost culture, 

country wind, far from home, skating past laughter. 

Spontaneous sky, full wanderlust, 

the freedom of control, avoidant adventure.

Opening the day through the window, windy happiness, 

a gust without worry.

Snowy mountains walk among the sea, 

their backs lined with blurbs of twin experience.

Beached limes, lavender anchovies, overheard stories of public droppings. 

The air sits on told meaning, we are squatters on the roof of nature, a diet of living. 

We attend concerts of only listening,  

music that helps our nights go round

until we run south to another sky.

Chasing existence, in silence.

Peeling oranges, words painting joy,

the weeding through of imagination.