In my moment of desolation
My brother was reft from me
I longed for his presence
But his name eluded my tongue
Appear with your warm hand on my naked shoulder
& lift me into yellow-green Elysian Fields
Where I may tarry on that expanse bed—
Lay flat a nest of wheat & gaze beatific

—we seek infinity, no—
infinity seeks us
traipsing through the mundane as a spectre of joy & fun
us unaware & innocent, unassuming
we are besieged by a sublime smiling child
& it loves us so much
how fervent & effortless this eternal friend endeavors for our happiness
even in the mud-gutters of desolation our friend swaddles us in heavy orange cloth
& we are instantly redeemed to boundless equanimity
all rude evil confounding us liquified— light only exists
everyone in unassuming moments—
a small-paced walk made everyday & our vision dilates in transfixion to infinity
our fervent friend constantly works for this
& we do not even ask
it is a gift
a gorgeous gift (:
ONLY JOY JOY JOY I SCREAM TO GOD!
HALLELUJAH

All is familiar to me.
I walk outside down the grass hill &
See only mirrors reflecting mirrors.
I could go to Cuba
& cast a Santerian shade.
But spirits are my desires unconsummated
When made familiar thro’ mirror positioning.
The World is a place Time made familiar.
However, when a still mirror reveals
The Oblivion in the pits of my eyes,
I shudder with wet bones,
& walk again through the mirrors
Reflecting sparkling mirrors.

Don’t redneck too Bigfoot now, &
Worker Sauce went coastal not postal.
Went on the natty dreadlocks again but
Guys, guys— praise Jah.
Ah! Ras.
Kinda demon, kinda ******.
A bit of a people do things—
Who knows—
Things happen—
It’s void anyway.

Within thine mind and my own is swaddled a gem,
Compress’d by time, containing every ripple of existence.
So it resonates heartily now within us both,
Knowledge emanating from it, long rippling,
Acros’t the unbounded sea of harmony.
Let no vast ceiling’d hallway cast binding shadows upon thine face.
Seek that possibility thou desire,
And find it already existent in thee,
But moor’d, due to unpresent light.
All things are this way,
Wrapt by unconscious night until
Thine palmed candle burns it’s visage legible.
Thus is knowledge known.

Unraveled, the ribbons which bound my delicate constitution are loosed upon the ground and piled in concentric whorls. In the scant moment before my collapse I consider whether I’ll break first at the waist or neck.