poetry: Chills of Wonder
we are human now child of wonder
in all our glory gruesome nature
partners to ourselves
joined halfway behind the stars
loving one another
past the tempoed limits of existence
whole and broken-mirrored
hearts beating time together
wed woven in connection
on the path of life and death
never-not-broken moving dreamtime
liquid colored crystals dripping from our lips
reflecting violetmarmalade skies
in the land where suns will never rise
surrounded by dancing colored lights
until then
the sky is blue my love
And I am ALIVE!
bearing witness I sing
of how we materialize
in unimagined strangeness
flying lightly on dragonfly wings
built within the minds' eye
beyond the sunset
past the stabled moon
in starlight ships
wandering dreams
and hallowed spaces
bellowing out in the Halls
beside our swains and wenches
sharing tales so tall and daring
drinking heady ambrosia headlong
from the skulls of our dearest loves
dancing Gingerly down the stairs
like Fred was wont to do
gliding softly through
stages reflecting spotlights alum
between the veiled red velvet folds
running through the Field
twirling as we go
saddling light to limits unknown
as children of the Sun
playing tag with the West Wind
hide-and-seeking with his brothers
wearing rings upon our fingers
so bright they flashblind us
crooning bells upon our toes
clapping out crying tears
pealing laughter riotous joy
languishing in anguished love
performing on a stage so bright
firm adamant castling as images
float aloft on pixeled wings
all draped in silver spiderweb
sharing ourselves full sundry
those travels and travails of life
making music of our senses
living new reliving all over and over again
experiencing ourselves in and out of love
drawing labyrinthine paths between
for all that hasn’t happened yet
we are small
and limited
now
but not as small
and limited
and strange
as we could be
we are large
and powerful aware
but not as we will be
we will learn
forget
and learn again
exploring the infinite
upon infinite dimensions of life
more than we could have imagined.
possibling the impossible
and more again
and then some
having read
the book of fortune
our lives and deaths
together
we exist to know the now
find ourselves and only
in what we choose to feel
fantasies and failures
along the rainbow bridge
streaming in
the fullest of friendships
making meaning in what is
what matters
and what matters naught
in living we die not
in dying we love not
in loving death is iterate
in death love is infinite
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The paradox of happiness requires
we acknowledge suffering
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