A Spell-Poem Once For You

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 A Spell-Poem Once For You

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I close my eyes

and walk in faith

through whatever valley you lie down in

to the bottom - I'll be

devoured to the bone -

I see how you see - when you went below

but unlike anyone, who'd be maldeformed

by what they saw, you return unharmed

harmed only by exteriorities

permanent frazzle but no disease

Your spirit soars, outside and in - 

your words are slurred, and stumble out

They claw you to consume your clout

I only saw what you did in the way

that had to be seen, before you could see it

cause where does it live? 

You have to live it.

And in my heart I posit the question:

will you be part of this world or no?

Tonight's the blood full moon - for most

prophetic terror - I recall

that blood red is your favorite hue - 

it is a different moon for you.

You come to one to be reborn - 

or, on another level, I

read the plea scrawled on the other side

so faintly, secret to itself:

a bid at last to rest your battle soul

retire from the world, the tie it holds to ancient ways

When the Earth was new it was only because the ancient had all been destroyed - again

like so often I've met men balancing on the line

caught on the crossroads of opposite sides,

you come to the final crossroads:

  I don't know if the choice is real

  I don't know if I usher you in

  I do not know if you came to live

  or if your soul used your ego's wish

  to whisper its own to an ear that could hear

  I understand what I understand

  I will go blind, turn against the world

  to hold your hand - Blind is Faith (here)

  Can you believe in Resurrection?

  Can a man drowned in the Sea

  of crosswired electricity

  regain his youthful faculty

  and bring out what he meant to do

  (All questions resolve to a simple two:

  Did I fail?

  Am I too late?)

  Life wants to Live

  I could give you new life

  I could put your soul to rest



Part 2

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All laugh - you and I - I follow the signal

of your melodious laugh - when looking back

Real movies lie waiting after you cross

the dreaded dilemma - to put the world at your back?

Now there's a good laugh - ancient history

featured decor of the glimmering theater

velvet curtains part your back - you stood waiting for me

past duality, where (the) dualities (born of) fear

are met with resounding rapacious laugh

ter by the addict and child as one together


All crossings lead to a new paradigm

blink - restructure, renew - each time

- if you go through, the black hue

becomes soft white and gray

of the hidden world - 

articulated soul through my word - 

only the pure don't lose their way

only the pure soul can find its way back

again and again and again and again.


3/3/26

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