Dancing

How I wish I could read your Journal to remember the places which we've been
to see the things we've seen
and to remember the ways we've sinned
What joy praises my heart sings
when it's placed next to yours
and what hell raises (though quiet) dancing through these rings
Rings of Gold and rings of politics
binding hearts
while sentencing convicts
Of their own sister and child
now once was held dear
Banishing Experiences powerfully mild
Rendering them a transgression
of a traitor through trechery
Misconceived conception
Looking upon with pity

Consumed with the totality of a man

I willed my hair to wave
But truly my hair waved me
I ride beauty in the arms of intricacy
Of a man so intense one can only hope to survive
With grace
Significant experiences are
Abundant in his company
The intelligences
of a cell can
sense his
being
becoming
innumerous wills
conflicting in one single beauty
Conflict which may or may not actually exist
for the apparent and the real are two widely differing things
when it comes to seeing through

the instrument or the person
present physically

in progress #1

what are you; sui generis?

you seem to reflect so beautifully
all of the things that i wish i could be
helping me to recognize
the reality of life

you percieve all too well
things that to me were only faded memory


senses increase
tuning in to messages sent out on low frequency

perhaps you see
because lenses through you stably
perceive both the magnitude and smallness which consists
of the intricacy which exists


hide
you find a way inside
run
you are the place i find

sui generis

awareness of revision surrounding interior unity