For Bill Lavender
In the heart of deep hearts, no voodoo dolls
The shape of days, the hours we met and disappear, time
So fast it takes your breath away, how you can build a city
But still be a stranger in it, the way a story of a man floating in flood
Waters in a plastic pool will image carve into the crenellations
We call recollected history, in one lifetime you will have conversations
Barely recalled and words that turn swiftly the whole course & we
Gather here, patchwork defense mirroring, look i have unthreaded
The straight and narrow paths of arrival and departure: I would bet
Infinity in symbolic play, the truth of how any art meets and stabilizes
The future namings, you were the only person who dared say it
That maybe it was worth it to abandon the safe measures of prescriptions
That kept me numbed to wanting to die, imagined the length of travel
Insanity must venture & if love is not our place than why do we come here
If love is not how we see one another, why are we paying attention
I shed every safety net designed to cage in a whisper of what
Could your mind be missing, to be set apart from self possession
Campbell says, is the point of participation in a festival, the ritual
Of disassociation masks so fine, and even in the knowing that
We wear it, we revel in the apparition of this mythic state
This state of how we crumble from fearsome field to invulnerable
Abandoned structures, the shape of belief trembled along the loose
Sounds unspoken for in any quantum reality, once there is
there is no undoing, the error of our lives was never
Sleep’s frail hold or survival in the margins, it was
Never seeing clearly how deeply the coding we designed seeped
The barycenter pulls the eye to a centered light but the burning
Of that bright, unequivocal eye is as gentle as the sound of breathing
Not to go gently, but that we do not go is the line’s off course entry
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