The waveform people took it.
The form of love between us,
the gravity.
Back to their mansion in the woods,
on a planet
three hundred fifty five million
light years away.
Can you see it leaving in the city?
In every city on the planet,
past the grimey stains
on subway stairs.
The people leaving the cities
to live like the waveform people,
in their woods
three hundred fifty five million
light years away.
Let them walk upon earth and snow
in the winter.
Said the waveform people.
Let them cherish their human
manners.
But the mansion is not there.
Only the blue sky
of the waveform people above.
Tag Archives: consciousness
Computer Of The Long Heart
There’s always sounds in busy small towns
Cars passing by
Trucks loading up
Trains moving on
Metal slamming down
Then there’s you in my heart
Beside the sheet metal warehouses
upended sidewalks
overgrown tallgrasses
The blue of the January sky, suspicious of Spring
like every ocean I’ve looked upon
of course reminds me of your eyes
so though lost, I am always found
With the first mate’s allegiance in my genetics
I’m at home on the ocean or amongst the vastness of stars
so I walk across this busy small town
in the same consciousness we share
And the children chase the dogs as they did
in 1960s Stalingrad, ancient Rome
and now this Americana
Their screams and barks bounce off chain link fences
I go further into the Cosmos with you in my heart
I will die someday, but I believe something eternal
something whole and inseparable
You and I
S.S.B.E., or shared separate biological existence
Whom The Oak Trees Love
I go by the oaks to love you
to walk amongst the woodland grass
under moonlight or breaking sun
with effervescence
in forms of light
my face is insignificance
under shade
so I feel like someone passing
between two places in the hills
or
a million life times in the stars
this is love that moves my human ankles
over dusty rocks of rust and red
this is the having of life
of rust and red from earlier comets
who bore gravitations and ellipses
as every journey or every moment
is an elliptical one
time is the now and the everlasting
that is what the oak trees tell me
when they tune my neurons among them
they share the tones of an unending song
the tones of transmigration
Whence Touched By A Consciousness Corrector
cruising down a highway in L.A.
with an authority of consciousness wrong
she has her badge
it’s in her genetics
i lived in a relationship for 10 years
with an authority of consciousness wrong
you know, the policers and correctors
> it later turned out to be billions of years in fact
we were holding hands with the radiation from
our solar star beaming down on our skin
pouring down, rushing the permeable thresholds
cars and big buildings passed outside the window
that radiation is still beaming within us
and as previously discussed always has been
the trillion level beings or the infinite
some police consciousness wrong
some promote consciousness right
and some are the consciousness eternal
like the shades of orange in the Arizona desert
i prefer them all at once
Jets In The Night
We were in jets last night.
Racing through the air.
Fighter jets.
Listening to the Vince Guaraldi song
You’re In Love Charlie Brown.
It was blaring loudly.
You were smiling very big.
In that way that makes your
upper lip part
and reveal your two front teeth.
You looked like you were
telling me something with your eyes.
“Come fuck me.”
Or, “I really do secretly love you
after all.”
It was a spell.
You couldn’t have said these things to me.
I was the omniscient mind.
The observer of the dream.
Why would you have said these things
to the omniscient mind?
There has to be a glitch
in the consciousness terminal.
What is your location?
What’s this about?
Are you the droidus mare?
Who brought us to this realm be-
tween
the living and the dead?