there is the involuntary charm
from the whence of this moment.
from the soul-searching eyes of deference,
there to shake my hand.
ponderous is this meeting
but instantaneously explanatory.
this is where the sky-seeking fumes of seethe
meet the sedentary drop-cloths of sooth,
just to be held up
for a human frame of reference.
where documentary, in terms of observation,
turns to us to ask to the question,
what are the odds(?),
while handing us the first image every taken
of hope, with talons forward and presenting.
knowing that we, as humans,
have many times traveled
up the rivers of smiles
to find their common source.
we have the patience with our shallow breathing
to adventure towards its hibernation-cause.
for we have always wanted to live
in the land of instantaneous melt,
right where the last breath of solid
exactly transitions into first breath
of tearing into thaw.
where the expectations of solids
become the humilities of liquids set free,
from the hard edged ever-formed
into the ever-humble of liquidity,
where the parental guilt
is becoming the guiles child,
as the haunted forest into the guiding light,
where gargantuas is giving audience
as receptivity becomes wisdom’s revelation.
we are there
to discover the land that has no matter
and the liquid that is only made of flow.
please, hold on to my nearness
while I embrace your afar.
conversations abound and may reign upon us
from where we are but now the constant see.
knowing in this realm
is all about surface tension
yet love is there is the ever-most of viscosity.
this is the land
where gravity is ever begging for embrace,
and you and I are but the stand-ups
to express ourselves as the human comedy.
fully knowing that,
our last lines spoken in deliverance
never take another breath
in entering into this deeper rhapsody . . .
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