what I want before want
(Part two)
What I want is the full audience
of every human participating
with out conscious restraint
or disaster as invitation.
I want to be in that space
where lightning’s gotten
and given permission.
I want to be
where glow allows itself
to be perceived that way
with such a rhythm
of constancy subtly wavering.
I want to exactly be
where the muted screech
of a number two lead pencil
haphazardly,
wedge-chisel-smears
its contacting self
onto and across
an uncharted page.
I want to be on a wing
of a peregrine falcon
that is so loud
in turbulence
when swooping in flight
and yet so quiet in residence
when preened.
I want to specifically be of mind
right between
where the takedown from meaning
is so thunderously
door-slam consuming
then right into
the flat out complete
abandonment of deep sleep.
It’s what I want before want.
I want to be of vision
where my wink slams
the eyelid door
with a bellow percussion
of a resounding
one drummed beat,
where follicle after follicle
takes up accapella response
from contact with a brush
to make a head song of hair
grow songbird complete.
I want to be
where the feel
of the expansive deep
takes up a conscious residence
behind my senses
and beyond my sleep.
It’s what I want
before want.
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