All String Things
Maybe it is that we
Go in and out of life
A needle pulling
Thread through
A foundation,
Making
Something
In and out
Through to the other
Side makes the
Mark.
You’ve made a mark
Linear looking, by going
All up and down-like.
From beneath it is shaggy,
All string things –
Disconnected.
There has been a glimpsing,
Though, from just above
Hover up.
The Hand pulls and we
Get to go in the
Non-
knowing Place.
The seeing no
Longer with i,
But the
Eye
Of the needle
Without
Need.
Breath(e).
Plunged down beneath.
Again.
And maybe the death
Is a description time,
Like this.
When words come
Back
That were snatched
When in sight flight took the
Breath Away.
Speechless.
Darkness brings all
Vibration
To note
To throat
Out
Let.
The She you think you’d
Seen,
The One you Know
You’d Been.
The Tapestry revealed
And
- gasp -
your moment above
when the moment
consciousness
asked
“Who are you and Who
shall I say sent
me?” A souveneir,
please,
so I know I was
here, and oh where,
how to come again
this near.
Swallowed again, and
All was clear
- inarticulably -
.
plunged down, again
beneath the tapestry.
Full of string theories,
song and philosophies.
Yours is the
Death
Shown to me.
The death of You,
Into me.
I am your coffin, truly,
Dear g-d.
This body holds,
Some afterglow
And that lifeforce
Bid I to
Flower some
Prose of
And how
When We
As One,
Arose.
A s c e n d .