We Examine our Riches

…such melodic eardrums, such Cajun roots, a bit intimidating; lost at wilderness, porcelain vines, and Scarlett eyes; our dreams by shadows, our carcasses by breath, those screams becoming cadavers; at exotic leaves, a palm for touching, our minds attacking; this center pocket, this rocket center, such blue turquoise redness; our horizon bleeding, such acid blood, our clouds dripping Jesus brine; to have adored majestic, to have lost majestic, while irony is vicious; this pride in women, this divorced reality, while pushing expecting dominance; but Kerry gives hope, this mangled creature, and Maya gave indemnity—this forest song, this inclusive anxiety, or better, accursed and warring its curse; a softer Jesus, and Old Law, while covenants require bodies; goatskin, or sheepskin, sackcloth with damages; this new tabernacle, those cups with blood, this mystical substance; such life in ousia, such cataphatic screaming, reliving this night of mares…. …unfastened and trembling, approaching vestibule doors, mauled by intestines; tamed radiance, a voice walking, a ceiling acting shy; pure overflow, disastrous feelings, a lasso, a satchel, and alphabetical names; a few pseudonyms, a few misnomers, plus, a small picture; several emblems, a squawking parakeet, plus, a part human leopard: I pitched a stool, sensing idyllic midnight, while rushed into ecstasy; our battles, our audience receiving, where an author is deciphering ladders; to manumit, to set for freedom, as opposed to enslaving and claiming charity; but Love is gentle, our Lucy Liu, our minds running to catch energy; as a somber being, this sober angst, so adored by our whispering spirits; those spheres, our intuition, our days admiring Vera Wang; such power, such dynamite, akin to Oprah….

We desire detailed analyses, something by a crux, something so critical; this hard causality, this fierce causation, while remaining strong enough to face our friendships; this spirit-acrobatic, this spirit-gymnasium, these mental lines but a trapeze; so impassioned, so eloquent, such a breath of rejuvenation; redeeming faith, arguing fairly, as opposed to needing submission; to acknowledge wrongness, or to battle a cause, while so attuned to impoverished reality; shod or unshod, dressed or naked, reminded of this unfair insistence; those bells ringing, those tendencies addressed, while Love’s agenda is but a deep benefit; a power mixture, this gutty apocalypse, or this heart-revelation; to perish in segments, to sip for spirit-concerns, to go so trenchant eyes roll backwards; rereading Thich Nhat Hanh, or drifting into Naidu, where human activity becomes quite sentimental; our minds enlightened, while it appears simplistic, but fire is soaring a rainstorm night.

I trance-out, feeling it appear, while humbly entering: I’m not ashamed, and I was never here, and I hold confidences with eternity; a keepsake secret, a jewel in sunrise, a penchant for more reality; so cautious it terrorizes, so many missed chances, where most are asking, Are you crazy? This repeated film, this childhood tyranny, while one is half way apologetic; as so often it is, this radical proclamation, You need to let things go! indeed, those years, those decades, they mean so little; where we’re concerned, forgiveness should come quickly, while others hold on until our tribunal; yelling and screaming, offensive to God, while demanding retribution; hypnotic eyes, trancelike rage, while trembling and shaking and inaudible. I’ve lived it so closely, our psychical drums, looking at it lying; so pertinent it becomes, so sincere it dances, while equipped to becoming quite defensive. I shrug when right, and leave evidence to palaver, where commonsense has always lived as a core friend.