we
obtuse with expectations & bias
acutely unaware of complementary relations
     look straight through reality
reflexive views narrowing into peephole perspectives


                                          y        s
                                   a                      a
                            w               r                 l
                         l             i              c            w
                       a         c            i            l         a
                         s            g                 i         y
                            y                 n      ­         s
                                  a                       a
   ­                                      w         l

they covered the bombs
with drop beats
                      and hi-hats
the sky opened up something fierce
       she dropped it lower than my credit score

birds scatter a confused nature
their cries are sampled in the transition

                  a king               a tyrant
  a tyrant                a king
voted to the throne

this display of power won’t stand
I’ve never witnessed a drone strike
but fear destruction all the same
  it is all over this track
  played in heavy rotation
                                                        ­       why am I here?
I cannot dance to this tune
lyrics still escape my mouth
                          an exhale of shame
they promised music & poetry
but I want to protest

it will all come again
history is a writhing ouroboros
shedding its skin
trace the periphery in pencil
   the paradox of the portal is beyond erasure
                                                 is veiled mana manifest
                                                 is dissociation breeds transcendence

it will all come again
different plane         similar frequency         same energy
3 intentional breaths spell it out:
                           B-E       H-E-R-E       N-O-W
mantras echo in hallowed space
i am part of the oneness
                                    i am part of the oneness
                                                         ­              i am part of the oneness
my potential is endless
                                my potential is endless
                                                         ­       my potential is endless
it is well in my soul
                            it is well in my soul
                                                        it is well in my soul

it will all come again
  today was a drizzle of curbside convos
  today was a shower of hugs
  today was a torrent of gratitude
         it rolls over in the rain

it will all come again tomorrow

this moment is beautiful. this moment is already gone.
\
a tree leaned in to touch my aura
we were both green
I wasn't still long enough
//
the train catches my drift
as I drift through the city
  left my intentions at the last station
didn't stop long enough to hear
the kids laughing
\
ding ding doors closing
//
my light exposure is drawn out to a blur
what is
occurred
\
this moment is beautiful. this moment is already gone.
//
feet match the pace of music
earphones glued in
shirley horne playing as I skip
to the next track
\
stand clear doors closing
//
this is just a work sample
nothing final
   you have to return to fully appreciate
     this moment
     this moment
     this moment
ink floods the page
but dries faster than I can write
\
this moment is gone
             before I can capture it

in a final flash the grand eye closed

more than a sunset
this was a culmination
    of an era
        the expiration of an epoch
           the ultimate reckoning
                                                     of slow karma
           it could've all ended so violently
           justifiably
but this end was a
  streak of lightening
   ---thin and illuminating
      here     then   not

man grimaced at reconciliation
beyond his means and outside of
his favor
  in the brain the end is much simpler
       a hurricane with no center
         an eye with no pupil
       a tragedy the size of a heart

the grand eye will open again
    even if we aren't sighted
small magicians raise their eyebrows
at science above their understanding