not the favorite-
this/thy little misconception/them
nor us, like thee/home forever,
just like never/like always/
glow always/unwilling to
fade into the background/zoom out
"you are here"
always positioned/never lost/
these little spaces/made clear/made
visible/lone beacons in a starless sky/
we are now/we are never/we are forever
little known and eternal/delayed and on time/
right here, when needed.
you're never going out of style
almost and not quite/somewhere/this is now and then and never/even if you don’t notice/even when it crosses the path you are walking/we are never without it/one another/
one and all/the table full/napkins and salad forks/et cetera/ et al./no roll call/no voting “present”/
we will own this/put our names to it/become it/swell and burst with the facts/non fiction/one and all/
lend us this ear/yours/mine/the litany of others/i should have known/never in doubt/together, we will lay claim to what is ours/
in infinite wisdom,
this vision, reduces
the likelihood of
miscalculation. sets
free, sets fire to,
unlimited brush
with endless air.
in infinite wisdom,
forever extending,
forever, each ever
a new hill to roll right
on past. right onto the
next vista.
from up here,
i can see anything.
i will be everything.
whenever.
dress it up any way you like and i’ll give you the notes you’ve requested of me. to tell you the truth, that’s what you’ve asked of me. honest like headlights on a hill in dead nighttime. dead to rights, just out there floating. letting you know that something is waiting. maybe even getting a little closer. with each passing second. each of them. growing in stop motion. slow road to oblivion/salvation.
which of them/who of us really knows anything? i will make a truth out of whatever calls my name the sweetest. whatever knows the way to my heart. through me. into my soul and out another end with clean exit wounds.
oh, to be obliterated. knowing my own destruction. knowing the end, recording it as the opening track. cue the sounds of accompaniment to my wailing. I won’t be alone when it all comes out in the wash. there will be strings and horns and other lines of melody and harmony. we’ve been working a long time together. so much to tell you. so little time to be told.
listen.
