An Eye for An I
An all-seeing eye of cosmos opened
within me having an epistemic sense of
power. The rain trickled down the oval-shaped
wet window. 'Twasn't a blue eye, yet 'twas bluing.
The blues of the stars
out of their core. Over
your tasting part of the tongue full of sensations
about itself, suffering words
struck the silence between us. I could not
comprehend their sense- their meaning
sank in the sadness of the rain.
The blues were absorbed by this rising dreariness.
I couldn't see you. Nor could I
achieve the tranquility of mind. However,
I might presume that God might see this.
to teach in the desert- holy words,
not simple words.
'Tis about some thirst.
'Tis about one huge desert,
which is always peopled by
a lot of walkers,
those moribund walkers with small, leaden eyes,
eyes like lost objects
and really not useful
many, tiny, miscellaneous stars start to shine
in that unique, leaden sky,
but even so,
it is hard to…Continue
The reality of your dream
Is a mask turned backward-
Black over white, black over white
Love over pain, love over pain.
Hey, take me to yourself.
The dream of my reality
Is the backward of that mask
White over black, white over black
Pain over love, pain over love.
Hey, come to me.
Come to self in self
In that place where
Everything can be
Black into white when it's taken from us,
Enclose the closeness
in your soul,
Enclose it as you enclose
the twins ''co'' in cornucopias.
Enclose the gray transparency
in your sky, when it is so close
to your coming clouds.They are the dimples
of your cognitive space,
they are your hollow thoughts
when you set your ideals
Those clouds are inside of your gray
as close as
the twins ''co'' are in the cocoon.
Those clouds are…
'I' is ‘Me'
'We' comes out of the ‘I'.
I don't know myself nearly
as well as I think I do, but you know
me better than anyone else.
I'm more than
this kinesthetic intelligence of us
trapped in this great chain of being that belongs to all of us,
when it gets stuck bouncing around between
this logic and this consciousness, which is
so limited that, when too much
is asked of it, it starts dropping things.
I'm realer than you,…Continue