As uncomfortably LOUD
and unconscious the yelling.
as insensitive to the grander implications of their actions,
I must trust
that the story of each I
will bring each one closer and closer to me.
and each I that asks
what is the nature of this carnal funhouse?
can there be an end to the fulfilling of these desires for pleasure?
will eventually find the answer in the REALITY of this.
each time you tempt the tall tale teller
to spew forth ejaculatory laughter there will be.
and so it is.
but bricks fall for every seed lost
and trampling beneath horses for each voluntary insult
and twisting of hearts into knots beyond fathom.
the great divide grows thinner as actions spring from wells
eternal and full of the liquid light that creates all expressions.
In other words: always realize that you would not be
were it not for your mother and her immaculate ability to
create life.
becoming her son your eyes spring into action
your thoughts spring into action
the light allies that swarm around your every action
delight in your wielding of this incomprehensibly grand
act of creation,
how to taste and offer this flavor at once,
YOU
the answer
in the middle perceiving the gift, giver and receiver
crying over the pools of tears and blood
honoring the inevitable rights of passage
the lawful fulfilling of all action,
you become the queen, the king, the prince and the princess.
never an unsanctified action.
putting on the jet black hair of the publisher
you grin for no apparent reason at all
and yet I know, I see it,
you
providing the tales
of truth that mark these passages of human time.
you
seeing the importance of each bottle thrown
each hand offered
each act as a representative of the actor
a gift, a glimpse, the hidden truth underneath the revealed.
a life.
life.