I am as much as any fabled queen
or reigning Monarch
(even a butterfly)
I am moved beyond caring
What others think
If they are tiresome enough to dislike my I Am
I am enough for having touched the hem of the garment.
I only tell my story to one ear at a time
I am worn out of those who only have their lives
Who interrupt, who interfere
My tolerance is narrowed to nothing of their spectrum
I am reaching back
I pull the past up over me
To shake its discovery & settle it about me
Only if I find it saves the now
Which it never will
No longer being in existence
This is how I know I will fade too
When Time catches up to shake me out
In remembrance.
We are all spectacular
A sea of fireworks
A crackling voice
Summoned from inside
The mind of God
The intelligence of divinity
We are sparklers
In a Child’s hands (our Creator)
To be gazed upon in wonder
To share as a signal burning
In brief being, a heart stilling at our approach
The less I declare, the more I bare
Suspended upon a glissando of time
Fallen about me
Stripping me of thought, idea-free
I simply Am
with no identity at all, Divine.
An exaltation of moments
I have no time for those who do not believe
I’m right here, mirroring your movements
With a dance of my own to explore / implore
Seized by that same Time, shaken in its jaws, immortal
These words will walk before me
Forever: I follow
I am no longer a writer
That has passed…
I await the new, the next, the beyond
At one time, I’d have been anxious
There would be no bottom,
I would fall forever without words
But this was never so, I see.
I am as timeless as you
When the stories fling themselves farther than I can find them
Still, I will walk the earth
Until I walk into my wings & fly.
My records are no longer kept
There will be no memory:
I will be erased as winds upon the seas
As the faraway rumble of an unheard poet
A blessing unsaid
Beleaguered by all it has not done
While these look from windows
To skies that do not bend
But rather continue into blue forever
I have not lost so much
The this I thought
I have rather laid it down
And wandered off, wandered on.
I have let the breath I held so long
Breathe out
I am empty & careless
With little to say
And Eternity just ahead.
A lady-in-waiting
So fulfilled there is nothing more to gain
So emptied out, the carelessness of life gives way
To benefit in only the absurd
In the thought of one more day
Which defies the blank clocks
This is what happens
When focus narrows
One at a time each thought
Melts to the next
The containers become nets
Centers do not hold
Banks have no tender
When earth is in full function,
The next must move along
The darkness must light
Or become what it is & give way.
The hands must flicker, reaching into
That needing to be carried
What to take
To bring
And why
And where.
The finding & the losing are equal,
Tho some will tell you no
the students will push the professors aside
to forge ahead into knowledge
The conservatives here murdered the “professoria”
There:
This thing about change?
It happens in between
Reality & that place between breath.
The packages are all opened
Their box flaps gape,
I have reached the place where I no longer
Know who I am, or why
And little in between moves me
Or can slow me down
Tho I pace the snail,
& the turtle feels immortal nearby
The holy is no more
Nor ever was
My beliefs, as I said,
Have never been.
The solid ground has become insubstantial
The national and the local
Have merged inharmoniously even so.
My days of small satisfactions
Matter to me
The air I breathe
The food I eat
Are all I need
I move away
Into obscurity
Carrying out
Some mandate unwrit
Askance
Never breached by immortality
Tho believed in by anyone else
I am rendered null & void
The blankest of checks
In wealth unimagined
Bestirred & limitless
Indeed
Across the trackless desert
The cemented city
The brainless sky
My thoughts streak beyond
And below
There are no surfaces anymore
I am brought finally
To standstill
In front of me a mirror
I can no longer pray
Having become prayer entirely
I recognize my limits
But pay no attention
I have gone.
Experience
Ethical
So lost in the ending I missed the beginning entirely
Or was it off-way round?
It never mattered anyway
Since the continuum overtook
The answer & the question both.
in being lost in myself
I lost the self
The point of the exercise
Broke off
The pencil dulled to charcoal
As I realized any act I create
Is only a momentary level of cognition
For an out-of-body experience
I have busied myself so long
I think I matter
And it’s time to let go of all that
To be the final void.
Chord echoing the space
In between the worlds
I surrender
I am no more
I am no
I am
I.