The Funnel

I see life as
a funnel
big on the
born end and
small where we
kiss the ass
of mother earth

and karma spins
on the edge
waiting for a push
to fall through
for another
trip around

next time i'll
be a bird
a love song
from a wire
by the house
where my
love lives

i'll be free
from B-B's and
black hawks
until the funnel
calls and i
fall through
once again

to be born again
as who knows


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