I wake up feeling
presence headed into myself. I accept forgiveness, I greet my insides,
something becomes inquiry. I rethink normality, most can’t claim it, it seems
dramatic. but hair hangs low, I understand business, it shouldn’t mean so much.
it’s better such-and-such a way—it’s exhilarating—it’s bigger than us.
but it’s amoral, frustrating,
as unethical.
but it might be
normal, it might be unpleasant, it might hurt.
I said I wouldn’t
write on this, rather speak of Solar Power, rather tell the truth—most aren’t
occupied by normality. I shift into a sphere, it means more to others, it means
more to clergy, professionals, overseers, people invested in it. much a
soulprint in a netlike cloud many herbs inside.
but love is
brilliant, I need her, I can’t share her. I have an obsession, I explore her
courage, she would never on a bad day. sharing something exclusive something
remarkable, something no one has had.
I dream, moving
through traffic, pausing at a light. I spark a cigar, watch the ashes,
reminiscing on those vital lessons. so much easier for others. a person might
have too many facts. it’s different for many. the hubris helps. to believe one
just wouldn’t dare. if so, they might destroy themselves right afterward.
(when it’s life,
it’s moving, it’s nonplus.)
a soul grapples
with experience, keeping hope, always trying harder.
maybe many foibles,
as those rules, so enthralled by partiality.
we say bad things.
we feel pure resistance. or we know too well where it’s difficult to believe.
something intrusive, carries on for years, lingering long after it’s over.
but two come
together, they hold heaven hostage they love like feral beasts. they play guitar,
they bite into understanding, they claw into pianos. sure surrendering, as
having children, wishing to live out eternity together.
If breathless,
hold like redeeming skies.
