Look, I'm not sure if we are something so important
but take heart against the grave,
He was always meant for this
and with the spine you hear Him crack
but the earth is only breaking
as the constellations gasp
and with all the breath in space-
you're the reason He's gone alone.

in all,
AMAGICDANCE
is all,
and we,
though lost,
long forever,
to pulse,
with them.

I do not feel you in my heart-
that which drums on endlessly
and dull, devoid of most art,
struggling in spineless pulse
to find hemo-globe and not a hearse.

Sometimes I do not even feel my chest
hurtling blood into my veins
though I'm sure it rushes, while I rest,
at near hundred miles a minute-

No, i do not feel you pound in my heart.
I only feel you in my lungs,
breathing steadily through my nose
or heavy by my tongue-
you rush through my neck,
you rise and fall in all my bronchi--

and soft you travel in my body.

In all backwards and forways,

for upways and downwords

still stick in my mind

that some hearts are not fine

and maybe if I said it thus simple

I would gather all stars to my ribs

but I see it not simple.

If I am, in all consequence,

I must see all together or see not at all.

For harps are not one string,

nor babies one bone

but by influx of rivers

thus comes the sea.

and asking: what sort of waters make up we.

So bring your favorite church

and your favorite song,

and some illustrious teacher

and loveless words along-

We are heading for a forest

where the sparks are small,

but fierce tremors will shake

and cause mortal words to fall-

When weather permits we will

go singing and tremble down our bones,

because all our spirits ache

for the true and righteous Home-

All I am You, All us are false

All All All is You but dimly lit,

All All my Father, All my Christ

Every All my Anchor-Ghost-Possessor-Mist.