on a personal note, you know what’s weird?
after all these years we are still in our bodies.
space exists outside our bodies and our minds warble on like lost flutes
twirling end over end in a bottomless pit that falls upward or perhaps sideways
and occasionally the warble of the flute flies on liquid sound
long enough to meet another warbler in some other vaulted
corridor in some other corner of the abyss
and for that moment we are swimming in the same nothingness
and know it
and while we warble on we secretly and not-so-secretly
wish something will eventually forget
us and forgive us and wrap us in warm flannel and douse our brows with
oil
and tell us it’s all going to be okay and the falling and falling will end
and we’ll be rescued, but how will we ever know when knowing is the problem,
how will we know what rescue is and what it looks like or if in fact its
sleep-blessed rescue has already happened and is happening even now,
and now, and now, and whether all we ever needed of love and
wholeness and all the universe
has happened just now and again and again in faint echoes,
The Final Profit and arrival of all plans in
the lone flute hearing the other lone flute
and back again
in the mind of God
peace be unto you in this decade and the next
and all the way to the end and beyond and back
i hear you
this is the sweet rest
let’s decide