sounds out and in
8/4/07
the crickets maintain a resonant high-pitch
to compliment the clicking of acorns and leaves
falling against branches and the soft earth.
a veil of clouds drips with tiny beads of rain,
syncopated movements tempted by gravity
spread delicate by an invisible air,
pushing pockets of water across a thin layer
between earth and sky.
a rhythm forms, pulled by the strength of a core
suspended in an immaterial expanse.
i know that i am not alone.
yet the channels through which this reality are linked
to the universe within me are unique
to the senses that persuade me to remain fluid.
so small against the width of infinity.
so much feeling beyond the scope of words and expression.
and my ephemeral heart beats despite a corporeal sadness.
patience.
things will not get better.
they will not get worse.
they will continue as they have always been
and it is through my perceptions
that what i truly feel
is distracted and led down meloncholy and dead-end avenues.
it is the way i am facing
when the light strikes my eyes
that determines what i see.
(i used to hate the sun. but now i simply recognize that it is a wiser heat than i. but it is also impossible to wither in its presence. only to be transformed.)
people believe that fire releases the soul to the heavens. and it is a fact that, with those rising flames, so too travel the altered molecules of what was once flesh, up into a sky that carries it off into space. into the space that surrounds us.
but one doesn't require a pyre to join the stars.
to meet the ancestors built from the dust of what came and went before.
before now.
there is no name.
there is no way to bring it into being.
because there is no beginning.
there is no end. only change.
only recognition and recollection.
revolution is the moment more becomes self-aware. conscious. creative.
and destruction will come at the hands of all parts of the whole.
the darkness and the light will waltz while
the illusions of beginning and end manifest among the stars and the earth.
constellations will contain and explode,
shifting with the exhale and the inhale
and the music between the night and day.
and my ephemeral heart beats despite a corporeal sadness.
the crickets maintain a resonant high-pitch
to compliment the clicking of acorns and leaves
falling against branches and the soft earth.
a veil of clouds drips with tiny beads of rain,
syncopated movements tempted by gravity
spread delicate by an invisible air,
pushing pockets of water across a thin layer
between earth and sky.
a rhythm forms, pulled by the strength of a core
suspended in an immaterial expanse.
i know that i am not alone.
yet the channels through which this reality are linked
to the universe within me are unique
to the senses that persuade me to remain fluid.
so small against the width of infinity.
so much feeling beyond the scope of words and expression.
and my ephemeral heart beats despite a corporeal sadness.
patience.
things will not get better.
they will not get worse.
they will continue as they have always been
and it is through my perceptions
that what i truly feel
is distracted and led down meloncholy and dead-end avenues.
it is the way i am facing
when the light strikes my eyes
that determines what i see.
(i used to hate the sun. but now i simply recognize that it is a wiser heat than i. but it is also impossible to wither in its presence. only to be transformed.)
people believe that fire releases the soul to the heavens. and it is a fact that, with those rising flames, so too travel the altered molecules of what was once flesh, up into a sky that carries it off into space. into the space that surrounds us.
but one doesn't require a pyre to join the stars.
to meet the ancestors built from the dust of what came and went before.
before now.
there is no name.
there is no way to bring it into being.
because there is no beginning.
there is no end. only change.
only recognition and recollection.
revolution is the moment more becomes self-aware. conscious. creative.
and destruction will come at the hands of all parts of the whole.
the darkness and the light will waltz while
the illusions of beginning and end manifest among the stars and the earth.
constellations will contain and explode,
shifting with the exhale and the inhale
and the music between the night and day.
and my ephemeral heart beats despite a corporeal sadness.
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