There is never enough time:
     To forecast the turning of the seasons,
     stave off the influx of movement
     or the trickling of the mountain
     springs over the backs of the
     spawning masses.

There is never the right time:
     To saturate the grass with
     the musings of subtle
     fantasy lore about the
     splendor present in the
     pause of the moon cycle
     or the coming of dawn.

(the caterpillars have returned,
ushering the day when
the salt will rise from
the seas and shake the
apples down to the ground,
for harvest has finally arrived...)

I wish I could have stayed with you,
and felt how it is to be touched again.

Fragments
I am zip-lined in fragments
Hallucinatory
Un-full
Quixotic
Unredeemed

I bite
My
Tongue
And my
Thoughts
E
X
P
L
O
D
E

Like fire crackers
Whacking and zipping
In that dense blue sky

Heavy with my thoughts,
Your feelings,
Heavy with the world’s conscience
But projecting out that
Blue light
Like some kind of
Innocent

Inner
Inside it
I drive a nail into my heart
Slipping
Dropping
My brains all over the place.

Soul shattering in shards across
The quiet grass.

I make noise
I’ve made noise
We’ve all made
Too much
******* noise.

Unsure of who to be, I became no one
I glittered bright as a white light
So bright I collapsed into the sky
And became a most amenable ghost.

As a ghost I travelled the world,
Watching its denizens in the privacy
Of my own thoughts.

The torture, the rapture, the pain
And the mercy. Lives were so complicated.

I became at once jealous
Of all the life these creatures lived
And also relieved, god so relieved
I would not have to toil and moan
And suffer through so many emotions.

It seemed, a gift almost,
To live entirely as a bright white light.
I was never tense, I was never lost
Everything made such clear sense to me.

I watched the creatures clawing,
Laughing, breathing hot breath on
One another, falling in loving,
Succumbing to horrible disease.
Their love and their loss and their
Whole twisted up, curled around lives
Were there for me to see.

I felt such compassion for
These wild creatures.
I felt their sorrow,
Smelled their tears,
Watched as they ambled
Across life’s rough field.

If only… if only there was
Something I could do
To help them.
To ease their suffering.
To silence their mind.

In a way, I loved those
Creatures as if they
Were my own.

All I could think of
Was to shine brightly
So bright and jubilant
That for a moment
They would stare up into me
Gazing at how pure the
White light is
And fall into me
Just as once
I fell
Into
The
Sky.