Close. Welcoming. My
name. David. Absurdly—I mean, out of
tune. Ordinary language permits
the paraphrase:

Things could have been. But
actually are. Countless ways,
certain descriptions. To consider,
“ways things could have been.”

Things might be. The possibilities,
the propositions, the structures.

© Matthew Harlovic

It doesn't matter,
We are not who we think we are,
All context is apparent in the physical world,
Our being is defined to others by our presence,
Yet internally we are defined by thought,
This illusion is a manifestation of ours and other's perceptions,
Yet reality is not so virtual,
We are just energy,
Subatomical vibrations in an endless universe,
We are all just a part of the glorious birth,
The universe exists as it was and is now,
That is what matters.

There are other worlds than these,
For which world do we exist?
A plane of multiple existences,
There lies the twist.
Without knowing the answer to the riddle,
One’s endless search for the enigma begets,
Another world.
The search ever in continuance,
For meaning and of life.
‘till the day comes,
To enter the plane,
Of other worlds than these.

Lidless to the darkness,
stretching it with both hands I
stick my head right inside with eyes open wide seeing it all.
You call it crazy, I call it spiritual.
See, there's an invisible world right in front of our faces yet most don't even know,
or is skin and bones really all that we are?
Does your bare feet not tingle in blades of tall grass, does your heart not quake when you look up into space and witness shooting stars?
It's more than just the sight, my purest of thoughts carry light piercing far beyond the limits of these lowly earthly eyes.
Everything is X-rayed and magnified the more one continues to stay connected to the most high.

In the a place outside of any place.
In the space between space.
where there was never a point without anything,
or  a point filled with something.
Is the incomprehensible question;
with it's incomprehensible answer.

Two hearts
In chains
Falling

Spinning
Forgetful
Tenderness

The audacity of a love
To enchain in servitude
Hapless abandon, simple
Bonds, release me once,
Retain me twice, forgo
Familiar and seek only
What you cannot keep
Under flashlight blankets.
You'll be happy now.

Tenderness
Forgetful
Spinning

My reluctance for woe
In a broken beat aligned
With shared malevolence
Above a degree of interest
Served under heat lamp
And wrapped inside my
Own lack of ****** security
While youthful lies quintessence
Burn as match stroke. Meanwhile

Falling
In chains,
Two hearts

Relent to a subtraction
Of fear for fear of fearing
Again. While you grabbed
My hands and I left stale,
My crackling skin reflects
A danger you can't hold,
Curses you never asked
For, beliefs beyond years,
But before us both boldly
Belies a simple question:

Spinning,
Forgetful,
Tenderness,

Does a closeness make?

This time I'll keep an eye out
For lessons learned, with the
Worst things I ever felt.
And now it's been so long,
I wish could think clearly,
But I messed things up.

And I broke my heart.

Once upon a whispering moon, I rode a star unto Africa.

The land was hot & covered in ice.
My eyes were glass,
Ready to shatter at the notion of ugly beauty.
A duality that would cause the sun to tear itself in twain from fear of metaphorical & metaphysical asphyxiation.

Atlas of the world turned grey as dreams turn dust to shards of crystal liquid light.

Grinning inanely & insanely for the serpent spectre sceptre is in the house of sonic devotional Kirtan emotional Islamic Jewish conditional faith & faith no where but here.
No fear.

The sky explodes
When crying gods do read their own
Stories in nothingness & apple seeds.
Cyanide & Suicide.

Doves, black,  rain, ride.
Release. Release. Release.

Born into a world we cannot perceive,
our fate entwined with those we first see,
through wombs walls we heard them speak,
their voice the source of stability,
their love abundant at first view,
love at first sight was not true for you,
yet surely it grew,
through selfless love they gave,
the measure of their love is how much you grow,
inside and out your branches stretch,
living fullness of life,
only fear and harm trims the branches,
safe inside their cocoon of love,
they hope potential will be reached,
the course was set by them,
the journey is up to you.