I wandered into the primal
center of
a thousand headed and
1 hearted industrial animal
hybrid
to declare peace through as
many means as
I muster
but I can’t even hear me
its so loud
There are millions of voices and
who could decipher one
in this chaotic striving towards
symphonic grace?
I speak the wrong language,
it seems.
I conjure no anger, only concern and confusion.
The equivalent of insisting
Korean writing upon
an 8 year old American kid
from Omaha.
The pretty pictures abound.
Clarity plumes fill the sky
we can’t breathe in
the midst of so much
adaptation.
Impressive, immensity funnels
pointing towards the earth core.
Our mistakes will take to the
wind in a gigantic tornado
that will rock the earth
for a century.
Afterwards, all the pieces
must fall back to stillness
and decompose
and decompose and decompose
until the parts prove themselves
worthy of life proper.
I promise you rain and cold,
then heat and aridity.
Extremities manifest until
the clock dies
until they exhaust themselves
into hibernation.
Who are these symbol throwers
who walk the world without
a shield?
I find residues and letters
attached to the backs of
my sleeves.
Under the deep canopy of a
survivor the birds
grow quiet out of
age old respect.
The pebbles huddle closer
together as we walk through
in silence.
My grave is a galaxy
continuous
and inviting.
Inside she is summoning me
to remember from
whence I came.
Intense fertility is streaked
with lightening negatively
charged sense into circles.
Illegitimate fires are burning,
here comes ambition
rattling bones against the endless
staircase carved by the finest
carpenter unwitnessed.