Time Will Tell The Tale

What if the child were the hero
In his own story for instance
We all know there is
No story without conflict
So boy are we in luck

Our arrival is wrought 
With conflict from the get go
And there's the rub for how 
Do we mutually determine
Just exactly when that is? 

After dwelling on the matter enough
Consider it personal and recall 
That most useful of maxims,
Silence, believe me, there's a story
And it's a good one.

Ninth and First on Twenty Thirteen

Eighty-two, ninety-two, two-thousand-and-two,
twenty-twelve, twenty-twenty-two. How many
years from here would it take to get there for you.
From where I sit and this is writ the answer would be nine.
In twenty-forty-four when I'm seventy-eight I should be feeling fine.

I don't want to tempt fate I want to anneal it and kneel
before it to implore it that before it gets fully settled in
or set in stone would it be okay to stall foreclosure on a loan
made in advance when we couldn't have known all the facts in the case
of the passage of time that for sixty-two years might erase all we found?

So I'm learning to listen just because it hasn't answered yet
how much you wanna bet the older we get the better we get
at discerning the whispering wind from a friend and the other
way around when your brother's not around yet you hear him in your ear
speaking clear out loud beneath the cloud covered crowded stars.

LEVITY

 

Permit the impossible.

Admit the insane.

Acknowledge nothing.

Reject established reason.

Allow for some logic.

Authorize sanity.

Concede everything.

Accept the unestablished.

Demand paradox.

Sanction the poetic.

Question the finite.

Supersede creation.

Superenervator

 

Colliding with a generator every other day
Ripples interpenetrating as they fade away
Weaving up a network into a superfabric
Upon which our efforts solidify or dissolve

Into a solution from which there is no escape
Massaging the continuum while asleep or awake
Tailoring the ultimate from our Babelogue
Designing our own castles to install

Gazing from our Skultress into relativity
Beware vision penetrating beyond twenty-twenty
For things dreamed up become all too real
Threatening us from our own Ledge to Fall

The lessons learned may never be repeated
So abandon concerns about feeling cheated
After all, it appears each one of us here
Designed our own world so have faith, never fear

Go through with your plan even as it unfurls
And shatters reforming into different blurred worlds
Because from Outside the Universe is an Atom
Accelerating us all superseperately together

Pouring the Infinite

Study the figure of an African map
Check the etchings in the dark of China itself
And draw a mesh to adorn the ends of the island
Away from the teeth of death's hollow eyes.

With head and nostrils under the seclusion of the waves
Add the tranquility in a port having been taken
By the Secretary 0f the Dark to a different memory
For the secret of his children along the coast.

The point of antimatter is driven by the future
With renewed fears of flight as the law dictates
Unchangeable in the eyes of God
By the ability of human ears.

Thus, one can dream the power of all
Within the heart of a child in a cage
Which we bind with a hypnotic spell
Introduced for the first time

Directly under the Kingdom
From the shutting of the spot
The fragments which break all
As they take the examination
Of the heart alone on the beach.

My brother has been abandoned
By the man left stranded on two paws
Through the spring loaded shuttle
Of a new ink beyond our
Undulating surface reflections

To switch the oldest game on the shelves
Because grief outweighs the eyelids
Of your cold night, is all the force holding
That which looks away to the stars.