I have posted endless
letters to my beloved
to open them when I'm
gone and trickle a tear
for us maybe many
moons, suns, stars, look at us!
we probably exist in sunlight
wretched the same  between
betweexed white clouds
floating on fantastic
feathers   hope awaits us
one apt day pierced with
blazing light sinking
softly unheard
fainting
resignation dissolvin'
astonished silent
boundaries  
of flesh crystalized
of transcendense being
pregnant with your heart
felt transcendental height?
It's been trembling
These ******* moments
crashing crashing
into one another
smashing
the given time
reality scope  
long leak
of remotness
flowersprings and
stolen dreams
and we're done!
for such a minor great
distance   I'll die anyhow
somwhere not soon
without you
which I love  without
any reasonable substance

tiny dancers
came swirling by
in the form of leaves
falling from the sky
and as I watched them
twist and turn
falling down
so light and free
I couldn't help but feel
they were performing
just for me.

tiny dancers
garbed in autumn's array
of gold and oranges and reds
on this windy day--
and all I could think
as they kept coming down
was that I wanted to join in
to dance around
and feel as beautiful,
light and free
as all these tiny dancers
surrounding me...

Would the World hold on

when in subconsciousness

of every homini haunts

the unforgiven horrors:

the mass destruction,

abolition, slaughter,

genocide, slavery

wages, sweat, and treason.




Please, unnamed power,
send me on another planet.
I want to resign. I want to resign.