Ultimate reasoning, like it appeared, succession into
my hubris; shoulders heavy, too many things to adjust to—like losing is
indebted—a fire in hearts, a Sufi at the tavern, most intoxicated across lands.
Much gravel across tables, a gavel made able, eating too much for my jeans;
hate to explain it, wrong channel, lost on that one; like television, some
movie, kept boosting up my ego; to suggest worth, God at his plank, so slick—it
didn’t muster up high enough. Hearing it. Seeing it. Like crazed about it—knowing
worry is like hellish. Shoulders heavy, too many valleys to tread, asking in
measures, The New Jerusalem. At music with aloofness, to witness as it digs,
breaking barriers—to make us smile; running with waves, heart churning,
something tugging at my shoulders; never danced that way, to give rain that
way, hearing as flame envelopes justice that way.
