Minds twisted,
twirls, turnpikes,
a gyre gyrating under
pressure, a God’s fist
knuckles in the Earth.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
Minds twisted,
twirls, turnpikes,
a gyre gyrating under
pressure, a God’s fist
knuckles in the Earth.