I tried to be carefree and lovely
but apathy is a devil that smiles
at the wasting and waning. So the devil must be a gift,
I suppose. A hymn must make you
Dance, because it is nice to dance
and good. So fight for yourself
against feelings of disparity
or against others. Dance even during
the battle. Is stumbling
the problem? You don’t need to worry
about this or that. Your soul
will unite the divine with your body.
I swear heaven got it wrong, I am in love
with the earth. Where else
would you call home? I call to God
when I walk and when i breathe and when I refrain
to speak into an empty space.
Listen, there is much to be found
within yourself, but even more in others.
Just think then, of God
doesn’t she look around amazed with wonder
and fascination at the world, at you, and me?
There is your pride, holy saint
caring for the sins of us all.
looking like a slice of amber and the sky
the same as the ocean swallowing whole
so we were left in the wonder of that abyss~
if i could be anything, i thought in the dark
it’d be a cartographer of the carevessas of her lower lip
and the whirlpools in her hair
her collarbone arced like my cascade mountains
and her shoulder rolled out like a pacific island ~
i’m not sucha romantic that i pray for the future
but there’s another ocean in the meaning of words
and as i take another dive i’ll look back on this as another
time - what a funny thought, i’ll think, and then go out to find
the Moon, still in the sky, i’d imagine, looking
star light white and amber red swimming in the dark.
Concerning the Moon
Toward the horizon line,
I don't believe that there was just nothing,
but rather the end of an illusion,
poetic nonetheless, so useful.