doors of glass
space
and the objects that make it such
relate
in ways we find hard to fathom
here
inside of the time
they create
it is a balance
between fear & faith
calling us to mirror
its perfect precision
by curating one with the other
and allowing the yield
of our collective imagination, engineered
to abound
yet grant one
a drop too much
deny the other
a sliver, infinitesimal,
and the entire universe
will begin to tilt
and spiral off
into one probability
or another
this is the way of things:
fear compounds, contracts
calls us back to the womb
faith finds wings
erupting from our backs
and pushing down
on a platform of wind
erected
to bring us the moon
how soon
how soon
it cries,
calling us into the sky
nothing but now will do
and the wait
the wait is unbearable
you are drowning in a sea of too late
pulling each other down
why can you not hear me?
why can you not translate?
HOW SOON
the stars are begging for you
the void shrieks it’s challenge
into your dreams:
die of a simian mind,
diseased,
or rise and face me
and breathe the fire of your eternal being
into my veins
together, we tell you:
your relations
extend far beyond blood
reverberating
across universes.
together, with you,
we awaken
inside the eye of the storm
inside the place
where the stars glide gently
into our palms.
all you've ever had to do
is become silent
and realize this.
you are tearing one another
limb from limb
and crying
behind doors of glass
as they pass, soundless, in front of you,
unable to translate
your ceaseless lamentation:
too late
too late
still, we ask:
how soon?
still, we reverberate
in stone and bone
relating to you
the truth of it:
you remain.
do you not?
living
being
conscious
regardless of your labelling of it
the experience carries on
and no matter the noise you make
no matter the haste you stumble upon
we remain
inside, inescapable
unwavering in our call
—until the last conscious thought
born of body
is extinguished
we will be here,
inside & Out
inviting
imploring
aching for your awakening
endlessly asking:
how soon?
Image: Space Oleandr