Emanator

Whatever is inside me
colors the world at this moment.

If I am hungry,
the world is a pale declivity.
Angry, the purples and reds
Oppress–

So every moonphase of love in me
Every molecule reflects;
and I am re-fed the message
of my heart as it beats.

In this way
I am never collecting dust.
Rather, I am swept as a riverbed
under a swift spring

So flows my love
back and forth from it’s source,
smoothing the sharp rocks
of my loneliness