this be

the one known truth

whose effort is my own

whose hand is seen by mine

this be the one known blessing

triumphant rains sounding siren calls

gravity where it

points my love towards the ocean

calls it a memory and sings its truth like

high glory on one dulled spot. this be

true magic in an eager shell, 

chords of the ever distinguished bound and

shake and hum and rattle and pierce and 

fear truly over the wealth of a pounding body.

these be mine own eyes and how

they tell me where i am but

never where i’m going. these be

the body of my body in full and yes and be and

light of the light of the holes in the wrath that is

this, almighty, this. a period of collective

mass sounds me to you this moment, this

pressing, this direction most truly. mine

is only one eye to see and only one heart

packed in the furthest depths of my did.

if ever a worry had there been was it time, 

was it gallant, was it a passion of pursuit to take this

brilliant image and shatter it into 

every fractal fractal of our glimmering selves

cascading ever deeper into time as we 

press buttons whose buttons press buttons?

so’s been as our world is now like

an optical illusion only 

humming like the other bits that

don’t even whisper not 

one naked truth to us but our 

system of selves. space be to

your body, kindness be to your time ever

inward, encased not in how much light you take in

but shining it passingly onward like

a bubble of continuous present whose

temperment wishes only for a dignified truth.

dignity in the common soul of man for which i

feel compelled to beg in these swampy and pestulant days of hatred.

consider me no name, cast no eye in my direction, i

am only a figment i and i and i’n

a world what’s all you too. what’s all the what’s got real writing on it.

what’s all the what’s fuck don’t. take me upon you

land of milk and honey or

fend me for myselves. be it

no true blessing to walk ever

slower ever faster ever

out and in i beg you now. i only

speak one story in a time of need that is

peace amongst one creation which 

bends towards justice in

the hands of light. be we not

weak in moments of peril nor

hide behind the bounties of the earth

to shield ourselves from the duty of this, i,

the whole masterful being. these the stories only

of having faith in all by being faith in all.

be true to one another. the voice that reads to you now

this the voice in the eyes of all the living earth, 

the sound inside. the eminent vibration of being.

a sentence once would have done as well.

live honest warmth into the world &

this will become our story, so it be

believed so it shall be done.

i'd like to tell you a story.