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.