Close to me, my darling,
Where I feel alive,
What you mean to me
Deity
Like the old men and their prophecies
Endlessly, beyond immensity
Measure un-conceived

lay in bed
pretend I'm dead
and ask myself
how old I am

I've forgotten again

lay in bed
until I'm dead
the maggots can feast
on muscle and flesh
and creditors can have what's left

check the greed of man,
we can have our utopia, today
but it's he who needs to look within,
others can't make him see
and wade the tide of being,
shallow water here, and others

deep as the Bering,

it's the unknown we fear
but we can smother it
through learning

to deaf ears
to the blind
do we shout and we gesture
in one
and out
you will only hear conjecture
have the words
cadence ain't the problem
it's picking up a connection
something a ballot can't fix
and a bullet can't either;
it's the culture that needs correction