Sunday the 15th
Stream of Consciousness:
and by blessed I mean you've pulled me up out of
white water
away from drowning-temptation
pulled me up on the shores of disaster
rested my feet on the rough rocks of reason.
You have shown me
and by shown I mean you've held my eyes open
so I could see truth undeniably clear and
thrown me into the valley where
"mountains meet river and wild horses wintered"
everything you've ever said is proof
the words you used aren't light
entering life takes guts
it isn't something that can be done
over night, or easily
so get ready to be uncomfortable
and like allen ginsberg in benarts
feeding a monkey on the roof of his house,
feel free to live generously
and see life in startling colour
it will include conversations about the
fourth dimension, hypercubes and cures for
depression, but eventually you'll rest at the sight
of bright trees like orange pollen crowded at the base of
mountains.
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