Fragments Through a Fractured Prism
Meek meow the light fuzzy owl babies eyes closed before God creates seeing meek meow space rockets shooting through Love ... Kindness gets so lost in the days passing like honor-trust-anthem vibrating when willing to stay put run away grief simultaneously existing in unspecified lengths of awakening time
My back is to the cards (are they tarot? playing? credit?) set up like dominoes falling backwards into When we can lower our boxing gloves—flesh mittens at the end of our arm-branches—let resistance melt like gray wedding ice ... ought to bring us Your Will breathing songs from desert cell prisons hot sunny ruins where
Meek meow ... meek meow ... the repetition is a mantra is a cat is a submission is meek meow
Sun Shots pierce retinas! Light fuzzy owl babies (before seeing comes creation comes God of Goodness arranging atoms) Holler from cave amongst shadows mysterious as elder hands chance-inflating other elder hands building spirals toward pink-orange sky saying Hi
Fill that boy up with just-arrived food so death doesn't happen while we're holding—the way political leadership makes us want to go away to ... Ahh Eeeee scarcity deprivation screaming throwing up around worrying heads (whose heads? all heads worry)
Police say the hammock is covered with Grammy ... and grimy ... That's it ... That's it ... That's t ...
(incomplete thoughts are complete thoughts are)
Middle-eye boring I am boring They are irresistible Be that go Anyway took one look beside your Asking Why—photosynthesis partnership ended there in the question mark garden
The beginning of U changed my life (which U? You? University? Uranium? The letter itself curving like a cup to hold—)
Human cruelty now is never more ... Touching moving pictures of heaven we crave more visions flowing through core essence like Knowing exactly what a soul is requires hard work (manual labor? spiritual mining?) They look at our wonders and today's continuum ends
Braille Will be never ore (ore? or? the blindness of future-past tense confusion) then you called quiet fragile voice afternoon when Everybody thought I was so strong After their other side broke down the doors
Coming back to your sucking arms home place where No one can lift a damn thing Any more it seems (gravity increases with grief)
Gray wedding (whose? when? the color of celebration muted) It ought to bring us Your Will—breathing instructions from hot sunny desert ruin prison cells where Heirs to kings and queens give charts facts figurative pictures dividing blank pages in a Book of Love
Desperate lay your head down mother's smile has more sense than many living for dynasty their shorts long his see-through pants scary (transparent clothing reveals transparent souls?) You can bet words will disappoint
When children run toward helicopter lowering blowing blinding dust all directions—Complete heat lurks in your iris—Resolutions of all the fruitless subjects hanging like unripe fruit on the tree of
Meek meow echoes through everything space rockets launching from cave mouths where owl babies wait for sight
