Poetry/Prose

Never Hide (from Allison)

Feelings

Formless

Real

The world’s worth

Pack of children

Pound at your heart

Fearless, naked, intent

Clinging, laughing, crying

Begging?

I will never be a man

Folding his arms

Shaking his head

Wagging his finger

At wisdom’s pearls

These children

My business

Everyone’s business

Making love with liberty

We bear its children

Seeded

Deeper and deeper

Silken knots

Released

Past is present is future

Generations generate

Distractions

Sit still!

Master alone

Tend to the children

With quiet hours

Invisible

Inaudible

Impalpable

Imperceptible

Hyperreal

Nothing but nature

Everything but words

Roared by a lioness

Who smells ego’s lips licked

As it eyes her cubs

Bears its wordy teeth

Salivating, speaking

“Intense”

Roar!

“Shameful”

Roar!

“Embarrassing”

Roar!

“Wrong”

Roar!!!!

Stillness

Death

Resurrection

Transformation

Emergence

A blinding flock of white doves

Soaring, soaring, soaring

Diving anywhere

Over dinner’s table

Children

Spilling over

Between friends

Onto the floor

Flooding the room

Flooding the streets

Flooding the times

We are most alone

Together

Every naked motion

Running fingers

Through the waking man’s hair

Cycles

Reunions

Never alone

Ever

In stillness

Children gather

They sing

Of bigger plans

Than we will ever know

 

 

 

 

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