Παρασκευή 18 Νοεμβρίου 2011

waking up




...from a dream, you said, a dream you could only dream about
a dream containing others [other people? other dreams?? you never said, but hey]
the kind of things that make you more of, make you more of, make.you.more.of.
(a poet, a god, a person...)
all of a sudden, and
we hang out with different gangs
oh no
i think i just remembered to forget to remember to forget
--right, uncle Tommy?--
and it's OK, cuz
'as i am turning more and more into sea
be merciful, our God: we did not sin
out of error
but in a flash of Will'
the unexpected similarity, the distant kin, through space through time
those don't affect the Throne Room, it awaits
a cosmic joke is still a joke, only a coward will take offense
a lucid moment might occur when
the frame is what to look at not the mirror, is where to look, a zillion times over
and the exam is not preliminary, the exam
is only final
a good thing, on second thought
my red haired muse --i'm grateful--
she ran, sweet half, half sweet, so i can  listen to the path
so i can paint the silence, gracious
and Become
is that ----?

but you
is that you approaching?
how can you not
want to compare our dreams, the ones we woke up
Into
(the ones that even Ken made a mistake about)
[ay Julio, vos sabés... mas vos ya no tenés
palabra, se la tragó la selva, y tu sendero
ya ves, hacen un ruido que vo' jamá'  hici'te
ay, su dios es siempre alegre y en la superficie
nada --¿oí 'te?  inesperada semejanza, adiós...]

oh yes, this is the place we'll always
come back to, noooo surprise
our own familiar playground, the mind
a nightmare and a dream, pick wisely
no tricks allowed, not permanently
you may share the laughter, there is enough to go around
is that you approaching?...
if you can hear it, if you can
cuz it'll be here before us, it was here
after us you see
oh you were saying?
..............
i Know and i Know i Know, and
obviously
i Know i Know i Know
no time for games, games is serious stuff
we've got to grow up first
as children and
don't worry, it disappeared, that's what it does
it always has, to us it's not a problem, it's just a joke, remember?
time is a joke
don't listen to them, what do they know, don't cry, they're just recycling
your voice is still there, just like your speaking voice
is it you Approaching? --i'm grateful
all will be fine, there's nothing more transparent than
a place full of mysteries, the unexpected similarities, the distant kin, we're
here
--we can walk together for a while, no?--
if a writer reveals himself through adverbs, we have so much more
all will be fine
the top is a lonely place unless
...............

i'll never forgive you you know
no need
we may be falling but we can
still talk
all will be fine
some minor characters may differ but
our dream is lucid, the unexpected kin
is no more distant let them talk they're just recycling

don't you love the edge
i, too, wanna be pushed
and so do you, i Know

:)
this is the edge
:)
all will be fine
you see
we'll Push eachother
:)
and
:)
we
'll
:)
Fly
:)

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