The anguish in the children’s eyes brings me to trembling, a blue’s riff lingering too long in my hollowness like vanity. Like fatal weaponry pointed inward on the world’s kinship, honed in on my brethren of flesh and bone, my original family, like the coldness of death that’s come unattached from the spirit.
They cannot know my belief. It’s hard enough to have my own these days with all belief colliding into the unknown, which has never been known, its been the bird singing at my feet, striding over the warble of what might be known, as far as knowing is even possible.
Understand?
As far as I am able to know anything, anything that’s been all around me since my beginning, it has also been outside of my frail human grasp.
Truth is very elusive. Yes. Truth is also unknown, so it would stand to reason that it’s obscure. Yes.
Nothing can be known that is unknowable and visa versa, in my flush of flesh, in my brittle of bones, in my heart of hearts of Love...
I say, Amaze me, creation! Wow me with your enchantment! Bring me to my feet avowing of your undying Love! Send the sourness away from my hunger with haste.
Done.
Let my eyes remain skyward… the blood’s too much!
Silence...
The anguish in the children’s eyes brings me to trembling, a blue’s riff that lingers in my hollowness like unreturned Love, like indifference to my brothers and sisters of all colors, like coldness to the earth that asks for nothing in return.
What else must I do to satisfy the eternal mystery?
The days are stretching out and I keep imagining I’ve got time, got an inside track on what is knowable, an inside ear on the ultimate game of inside jobs, or do I imagine that I'm immortal, god over my own murder and greed?
Should I scream? Shouldn’t I? Should I bow? Scream! Scream! Scream! Scream!
Sun's shining now, all’s well that ends well. Scream!
It feels like forever... my cry, my plea, my love to voice, my love swimming forever and ever into its own, from fledgling innocence to full bore flesh splayed for the world to witness the gravel of graves, the bleached bone and flesh of consumption, the sharp end of the sorrow coming my way, birds flying higher, higher still to simply breathe. The dream’s concluded, now is the time to act.
Scream.
Banner held high, fingers pushed up in peace, mouth taking in all the Love that it can bridge, that it might slather over the grimace of greed.
Put my feet in motion! Put my love in overdrive!
I’ve much to unlearn. There’s nothing more, really, that I need to know, aside from, “motion creates”…
I love. I love. I love from end to end of my affection that cradles me without want, save for the care of her ailing grief; her demise at the paws of ungrateful beasts.
I love.
I love.
I love.
I love.
I love.
I scream…
© 2011 by mark prime
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