From The Bottom Up

It rises

Awash with waking dreams.

The sleep is deep yet up it creeps

Twinkling of an eye.

Turning tide set burning in the

Madness is the yearning for a

It rises.

Some hearts who hold their breath explode.

It’s ropes and runs unguided.

And everything despised unties

It rises.  

The shit-pit rich in rotted gold.

Begin with the roots;

Up at the crack of dawn [whoever she is?]

From the anus, so to speak. 

Yes indeed. You must read this from the bottom up.

From The Bottom Up