It has been a while since I visited this space
this phrase
this taste
that lingers on my hands that use it all
the invisible
the unlivable
that takes bites at my heart and the left ear
prickly pear
morning prayer
I mutter and scream regardless of life
who dies
advise
please advise on the nature of joy
of Troy
of God:
am I you or you I in this quest we call birth
we observe
and prefer
we emerge
and reverse
we occur
and we flirt
with the time that revolves in the quietest of rooms
don’t you wait! fill your womb
with the now and the myths
don’t you wait now! fill it with…
Category Archives: creation
pinocchio
they are the rocks
that the quarry never answered
(waitingforajoke)
or the big bang
they are the dreams
taking over my matter while you found
the dungeon
I keep them all in
it is the whale swallowing the wooden kid
δε∀†h θþξη ƒσΓ discussion
the sound of lightning
I listened for the white in the sky
the seeming light color of electricity
that awoke me to the tears
of God
the ones that could bring a plague or
food for (a) future…
And I believed the kiss of clouds
the light touch of feathers of
the birds
s
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d
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g
to this
dance of senses
so that the air smelled like
magic and angels
while I listened for the crackling of God
outside my window
Did you hear that?
nothing
nothing
Just the vacuum of existence pulling
us into a new era
of
enlightenment or
darkening
No matter
just
the illusory realities that we
choose
to exp a n d
the Creator
we are
The Naked Pianist 