i know we like looking forward to —
and what of
when we don’t?
a force
to wonder what is here
worth living for
and when we wonder
what may we find?
i know we like looking forward to —
and what of
here may we find?
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it is a wide door
it is a wide door
it must be the city
lighting the uneven wall on the other sidewe manufactured rain
my body fakes to be held down
by fifty pounds of news and papera beachside is remade
by three blades in a humming oscillationi am as awake as you are
whatever eeks into you
so eeks into memy little pinky finger holding this phone up
aches
the spiritual place where everything is
i know i must bedoes jesus ever go on holiday?
i wonder if it rains to help him sleep
and if he made the ocean just for its sound
was he man enough to get stuck awake
or always god enough to sleep? -
spirit of eternity
the spirit of eternity is milky
it is from the breast when we are children
and then we give it upit is a heavy cream
we circle into coffee
and then forgetoh spirit of eternity, we pray
come to us
unfold our notion of ‘a day’oh spirit of eternity, we plea
remember us
as we await to enter theefor your face is long as a sheet
and cold as a galaxy
your words are the sky in the evening
and the earth when we sleepspirit of eternity
you are what we all hope to be:
the stillness
that brought us into being
and the push
that our mothers startwe won’t be finished in our graves
and we have you, we will always have you,
to thank -
the name of happiness
when a single Harper Adams dies
the earth of seeds & petals cry
a low and quiet cry:: cup your hands over your ears
to hear ::the lull of mindfulness we want to feel
in child’s pose
to drink the drink of happiness
from the yellow of the rosewhose name we say is meaningless
unto the content of its soul
but all we want is happiness
& all we do
is name
and name and name
even the naming of the rose
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