Let my peace, mine, mine, mine, my peace;
peace, eh, flow into this vessel
or this space?
Peace past understanding,
what's that cost?
if it's free,
what's it worth,
I got some saved up in de-ift metaphors,
containers of general whatifery,
like what if, I'll let all-if-ity
right now, my peace
can you feel me now? Even
If you knew the taste of spoken love,
it would seem odd, if
wordless, mmm, so.
weyekin say hmm.
Feel a peace, say
selah, let go
could you feel love from this far?
Have you ever felt the connection
since the repair? The reconciling?
a while ago,
you should feel alive, if you notice.
Speed of thought (not speedothought, shame)
this is serious, peace is in the balance
war is threatening,
life is about to be taken from me.
Life is being taken from earth itself?
How is that possible,
Is there a flaw in the recycling schema?
or is there a missing comma somewhere?
Are we cancer and ambiguous?
if earth hears,
earth is alive, Gaia speaks and breathes or
is it the universe
who speaks and breathes?
Yahweh, as a being I envision invisible as light,
and breathe and have my being,
Fret not. Nada mas.
Word o' god.
Then my dogma goes pretty
- I begin to see messages massaging
- unction to function, under my skin…
if what I done, did you good,
but you never knew I was,
should I care?
This peace here, past understanding, you
can call it yours and call it soul,
keep it in your patience
with some practice,
you may learn to
let it go.
An old notebook from after a fight with words walked away from,
so long ago, I cannot remember what brought the tears that ended here.