Updated: Mar 29, 2021
So I feel.
Into my spirit,
listening to dynamic range
lips in search of alignment
encased in preservation
the scent of oils not forgotten,
as buds and blooms break surfaces
The birth of cool
and a heat held closely in capture.
If there is an absolute
it will be in my articulation
of metaphor and assonance,
in the shedding of layers
and the revelation of feeling
it will be in the mystery of uncertainty
where the only thing certain is my devotion
to the discovery of what I feel and how it connects to all
the ways in which it will wrap you just tight enough to feel comforted
in a constriction that reminds you of your own constant and steady heartbeat.
Mostly I feel an expansive energy that breaks barriers,
moving into boundless
techno travel and tantric translation,
and misaligned achings.
It took a moment to focus
on your unfamiliar face
Then eyes opening,
like galaxies and guardians,
familiar in explosive silence,
in cataclysmic conjunction,
brief in it’s timeline,
infinite in its encounter.
There are moments that fade,
and impacts that soften the surrender...
the sort of sting that only silence knows how to create.
I spoke of Mercury and here we meet again...
(A sort of abundance I abolished amongst men who want more…
do you remember the sound of my heart?)...
again, amnesia and
the sort of motion that flips the ground from your feet
I am remembering how to stand through shaky firsts...
remembering that the between offers the most gifts,
swearing to pick-up on frequencies so subtle,
the sort that wake you in the middle of the night,
the ones that call you back then beyond.
(Monoliths and mountain sides,
because here “the more the merrier”
and in creation, comes clarity…
Onward and away...again...
poetry calls and I swore to answer every time)
Vibrato and it’s astounding effect on the vertebrae
a passing through toes and fingertips,
straight to the core,
a stratosphere of wavelengths and messengers,
at bay and on call,
bounded by the brilliance of oceanic depths,
life forms suspended beneath the weight of water,
captured in a system of undeniable dependence,
(as if we are supposed to believe otherwise),
the myth of autonomy
and the ways we portray sovereignty…
There is a space for you,
I was born with it,
for us both
all misguided formulations and reminders
biofiltration and frontline force,
a placement on the horizon
of what it’s like to be complex
and somehow simplified…
an ease and play
that somehow borrows the weight of experience
and replaces it with enthusiasm.