construct diagonal lanes to the skyline,
etching narrow canopies of illumination
in the middle of a blackness
that drapes the hillside in its solitude.
Out from the slopes of infinity, and on to a moonlit road,
comes an ancient vision of undaunted innocence,
traveling like a peasant one hilltop above
a procession of automobile headlights
off of which bounce ghosts of fog.
Upon approaching the first 'Y' in the road,
this vision of ageless wonder runs between the two dividing lanes,
through a triangle of grasses which leads to a living room of trees
carpeted by ferns, moss, and lanes of sanctuary where I stand,
seeking to grasp the depth of this weightless night.
The remaining leaves of autumn's tree branches become fluttering wings,
as the invisible wind makes its presence known in the woods.
Simultaneously, dozens of fleeces of starlight, from dandelion stems,
leap into the stratosphere of their beauty.
The trace of this wonder now vanishes,
which lead to the owls of vigilance.
As I step, all becomes silent.
I feel the slow ticking of a metronome coming to an end.
with every strike tapping on the depths of my soul.
There is nowhere to flee and nowhere to wait
for the final sinking into annihilation.
However, the dread turns out to be a match striking a matchbook within,
automatically illuminating it with a glow that doesn't blind the eyes.
Then, stopping and turning toward me from mid air,
this living spark says, "See, it's only me."
Instinct fell more clearly into my hands,
the state of the unknowing.
At the same time,
everything seems comprehensively simple.
At home, in the heart,
1) the seduction which pealed off of billboards,
4) and the infections injected by the teeth marks of gossip.
This weightless night has become the home's compass
It's a sightedness that soars through an abyss
which is widely opened, yet completely covered,
with the protection that causes the intruders of terror
Along the roadside of this night's journey lay
who raised hundreds of millions of other people's dollars,
It is along this roadside
It is along this roadside
The deafening hiss of opinion polls now become deflated,
All the while,
This weightless night preserves vessels and arteries,
This also unlocks the pulse from the constricting vaults
which were made shock resistant to the legalized crimes
of fashionable nations that served the premeditated selfishness
of those who took advantage of politicians' fears of opinion polls
As I walk throughout this cricketless night,
As I find myself walking through a more narrow ravine,
From this path's vantage point, however,
I can neither see nor feel the clearing's patch.
From here, it takes the parting of a sea of clouds
So many times did I redirect my steps away from this thing,
Once again, it is placed in my way. Once again, I'm standing before:
1) Stone tablets without prophets ... made of a stenographer's note pad.
It was over this
It is over this thing I should leap.
This is where
This is also where
It was also here where I first saw
competitive & nonsupportive women,
walk away from the weightless night,
who held liens on remodeling company warehouses.
Their hunt and their wait for the highest bidder
who gave them the predestination.
Why were they the chosen ones?
because they were glamorous ... too glamorous for the company of commoners.
because they had feelings ... feelings too divine for our palpitations.
Such great poets were they
Such great philosophers were they
Such great psychologists were they
1) by the clothes you wore,
in the counter window over which you stopped.
The cosmogony and ecology of creation
was never important to these women
Neither moral theology nor ethics nor even courtesy
had no highly paid models on them,
The fate of the world never mattered to them, either.
Matters of conscience were of no concern to these weakest of animals
Not even the pain & deprivation which they caused others
In their voice patterns one can still hear:
1) fire ripping away tee pees that collapsed around the knelt pleas of squaws,
These were the men whose final goal of all existence
As a result of their beliefs in nothing, they ordained themselves the lords of Sunday
They demolished the local playground and the ball field,
season tickets at the arena and the stadium,
where they could watch a master race of cardboard cut-outs
who were displayed near the beer & chip sections of grocery stores
during playoff season.
The 13% rule of designated recreation ground
While these hunters sat in comfort
1) carpenters &; electricians,
they sought to lower every wage that they could get away with lowering.
The end result was that these tablets without prophets
The first urge is to cat-paw oneself past these condensed versions of thought.
replaced by the courtroom bench.
Further Away From:
Making your schedule anything other than:
Avoiding Contact With:
While Keeping a Course Far Away From:
While Avoiding a Countdown With:
the early morning mushroom clouds of clear Pacific days
which left shadows at ground zero.
Let Everyman and Womanhood cat-paw a path into something else:
Into a schematic of regenerated moonlight on leaves,
Into a schematic of regenerated water beads splashed into coastal air
by those who made albatross-like swan dives into a nearby gulf stream,
Into a schematic of regenerated branches and leaves
Into a schematic
Into regenerated breezes:
Of breezes through the hair of women
Concerning these tablets
over which was traced centuries of lies
they once tore out of stolen picture frames
with their own:
What do I do? What is anyone to do?
Does one ignore them and act as if they never existed?
Neither go around these tablets nor over their line items,
Neither flee in the opposite direction from these prophetless tablets,
Go through them. Break through.
Break through the conventions of compromise
Through this thing that vetoed all that is holy, majestic, and sacred.
Break: 1) the unchallenged plane,
who hold lightning bolts of dust.
Go into the forbidden zone,
Into a zone of meaning, where one speaks as if
it will be the last chance to ever speak again,
XII THE RIP AND TEAR OF PEACE
It was so exhilarating. I'm alive.
A convention of winds
At this point,
- to melt the unbandaged edges of fatigue
- to rest, to heal, and to awaken