Monday, January 1, 2024

in the name of This:

slowly the ripples of rope coil-uncoil in my belly      iron star-hearted whisper in a language too magnetic for me to know    condensing confusion has my cells clustered - neck, lumbar, always the jaw, always    or at least since that day I began germinating in the abyss

force of will and force of cosmic chemical death     we have been flung in all directions   I am                 over here now.   but not afraid    just uncertain of the barrel-bodied lesson coming, made exact by every place I have never been    in the hive of my understanding     subtle threads wind   ok I can be patient I can be    This is     yes    

watching forming-re-forming cloud peach hued lilac by the deep blue all thoughts left me I remembered being made-re-made by time and love over and over     I am not afraid         to have been dispersed so energetically in all directions    it is an honour    to even come close        to anyone anywhere        in love, with This,
yes


I remember you     and I         smoking and speaking and singing out into that valley the stars slung themselves over like a wide net
I remember the catch         in my belly    as you unwound desire electric
hope    that I could be loved        how many lives    listening closer to my heart for it, that sound you noticed, it is a few tones, two
or three     and I am listening for it    over here     now    uncertain    germinating there is another voice     now    and it is us