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Eyes square to mine, you tell me world's edge called you,
but sunlight held your countenance so you did not move.
All our rhythm leaves us.
Suspect more revelation.
Reason's veil melts away.
Great Reality's song drifts audible again.
Where do we begin?
Read on until you raise you hand,
Point to your head,
And say, "These words are me right there!"
Abyss yawns disappointed.
Here we are.
I revealed my death mask, and my exuberant daughter cried.
We are worth every price.
We stomped the vile, old evil.
We are liberated.
We reclaim our continent's soul.
We are crazy, happy only today.
Good heart fills.
Aura swells, reaches out,
Embraces eternal spark.
Hands reach over my shoulder
Tear page and say, “Start again.”
Oh well.
Let’s start again:
Horizon fills more than my soul can bear.
Find place where Wal-mart missing poster children commune.
Snow melt landslide:
Enchanted rocks tumble.
(I hate it when I have to start over.)
Fillius Park, pickup truck bed siesta.
My love and I receive Rocky Mountain sunlight.
My heart rests home.
Light blurs my past.
Solution demands focus -
Clear future sunlight spirit song,
No cutups,
Consistent, fluid motion.
I’m alive and my heart beats well.
That night a friend and I journey.
I stop, stoop over my ego’s corpse and check pockets
Find the solution, not my solution
Hold it up.
My fellow pilgrim says, “It’s the Holy Grail!”
I think it’s bullshit.
Spirit says, “Go with him.”
I do. There’s a miracle there.
Sit, look, type words, sit.
Stop, listen, he speaks, he stops.
Acknowledge, stop, sit.
His mouth quivers
His eyes widen
Tears erupt
He gasps and cries
and gasps and cries
He won’t stop
His pupils aren’t right
I’m not sure he’s awake
I say some things I don’t remember
And his chest calms down
His stiff limbs weaken
I ask him if he got his tickle treatment tonight
He smiles and I know he’s conscious
I pull his blanket up to his arm pits
and read a story about a tug boat
I kiss him on the forehead,
leave the light on,
and shut the door.
Sounds like fingers slide across your skin, your shoulder
My beside lamp illuminates unblemished texture
So human tonight
Sounds like two-lane highway
My Gold Wing eats up afternoon pavement
Riding home to keep my word and beat sunset
Sounds like garage door descending behind me
I step to the back door
You and kids shuffle and laugh; I’m almost inside
Sounds like you touch my back
Your lips press mine
I step through morning’s door off to work
Sounds like my heart’s beat
Downtown Houston office window glare
Highlights your pictures, our pictures
Sounds like Seattle woods surround you
You cradle Audrey-Bear
Cuddle our babies together for photo-op
Sounds like we smile amongst Amsterdam traffic
Tram rattles across intersections
We embrace Rembrandt’s toe and Monet’s left hand
Sounds like we step up Sacré-Coeur
We sip fluorescent margaritas
Your face glows under Arc de Triomphe
Sounds like river roars near Roturura
We share fish and chips
Newspaper crinkles greasy
Sounds like nothing glass separates Wyatt and us
Like his chest rises and falls
Like our heart’s terror and prayer
Sounds like shocked love Audrey’s fine
Like a baby brought to your arms
Like relief, like it ought to be
Sounds like babies crying
You search from the front seat to the back
Like a pacifier plugging Audrey’s mouth
Sounds like family of four drive home
Your head sinks to pillow
Like your rest, your gift
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