we all play pretend
in the lobbies
of fancy hotels,
we act like we know,
or may be right
while being wrong,
we mess up lives
like our own,
we make life in everlasting ways,
we project
we arrive we are,
I am beating now as the
garden blooms,
forever home
all now
A hand can draw a line
all goes.
I am mr tech repair
I come on time
Through the air
Delivering your care.
Mr tech repair sees it thru
Gets the job done
Happy cool.
I am mr tech repair
I care i care i care.
Mr tech repair.
he stared at the eclipse,
future tiny black hole,
with sunglasses on,
but a minor crack
one minor full diameter,
the light of the sun
slipped in between
the fissure of the protective lenses.
looking up
became
muscle and blood,
a ray of light split
fractaly until
it hit some cell
inside photochemical actions
apostis, mutation, iregulation.
The light of dying death throes from the slow nova shows us what we see. Imagine how a star even lives a mostly mundane routine for its most awesome memory to be momentary.
he never knew
that in that moment he now was dying.
a great unfolding,
a cosmic egg
maybe roots
like how a flower slowly opens
up.
by the road
in dusty sprawl
below an elm
the shadows great
a knight lay loosely
on the ground,
in the sun
beside the road
kind of comfortably haunched;
drinking from
an ancient cask of rhone,
ruminating.
The story goes
Of Charlamagne,
Who was gifted some
godly wine. From
a hidden valley:
River thru
Glacier pass
Butterflys below
Perfect weather
Vines vast, old,
the dew and light,
the wind and air,
of this place
trapped, within,
the fruit.
Only once,
was it shared,
in ebony barrels,
hewn from the woods,
set forth from there, for
the new Emperor of the West
all crowned in gold
clad in regal
scepter, sword, and grail.
A happy day
a bloody peace,
a massive party.
Lost it was,
waylaid withheld,
likely in, some villain's hoard.
But by great sacrifice,
the knight did win,
a barrel of the stuff,
and torn was he
from that ownership.
Fairies,
glades, a
hidden fortress,
a princess,
a sorceror,
tasks of courage,
& feats, feints, family, honor, fortune,
promised lands.
After all,
he had found some way,
some secret stuff,
dawned guided body
judgement survivor,
a known name.
A story wrought
of atoms old,
of messages
between the stuff of life;
coalesced in instant
moment memory.
From vessel drought
sipping sighing, realized,
and supped some more.
In his bones.
He whispered much.
An answer there. He knew it.
All that time,
revealed in ancient glory,
god a
stupor, a
suffered wroth,
paralysis,
and relief.
Even greater still
than wan every single pleasure hit.
All that order
lost and found,
his known surroundings
questioned again
again.
Such beautiful stuff
such unworthy being
some redemeptive
arc, noble warrior
honorable soul.
Beyond all duty
beyond the goal
gallant figure
tragedy, comedy
the final little bit
broken mended
buried
all the answers
the moment of truth
only three directions.
.
it was really happy seeing
them like, so like honestly,
ive seen it
happy living and dying shadows
all around,
and you know?
I have a lot of care.
We all live in a marvelous machine
We all own the air, we chunk rich
Earth owners, all better,
healthy. Son morning rise
from the slumbery sleepers.
No gloomy thoughts,
NO boohoos,
a world of ages
and layers of
names.
it happens,
First it happens,
And you
hear it, or see it, you
experience something,
then you do it again,
to make sure;
happens again
all of a sudden the
rest is up
to you.
there is a version
of myself
of us , of me and you,
that waits for times
of dimly lit quiet,
A place somewhere
Versus and them,
Of all the world
Imaginary dinosaurs,
In pittar patter,
& hatched escape plans,
a tight and gentle holding
of accomplishment,
like being warm
and still hours away,
a silence that we create
together,
more than any answer
more than any one thing
between all the conflict
every beautiful thing.
