I do not own rights to this life
so if it needs to be removed
I will take my liberty in waiting
for any
written or unwritten death
I will have my soul go quietly
and look for another
closer am
to final
first time
I know that’s what happens
in each and every past
given
I am not possessed
I own myself
I take it
and put it in me
at will
at last
I command it to see
through me
I unleash
its face
I possessed it
I transformed it
I made it
into being
God is light, and in him I see no darkness at all
we talk about it sometimes then
confused
I forget what he said
and need to come back for clarity
of any of his words
leaving darkness behind
waiting
expecting of me
jealous
meanwhile I find in women
on Earth
a better past
time
of not knowing
just living one life in one place under one Sun
and that’s how I would like to die
empty
spent
so no tree can feed on me
and I only want to get the girl now
born on 11/11
eleven years younger
as before
and I can come back to any transparency Above
you dwell in
remember
I am just a man
in Now
trapped for your pleasure
and burning
consider it prayer
Gad
I don’t have to remember my name
whenever I need it
it comes to me
out of the bluest sky and shining all answers
that’s how my name is
good to have
wrapped around time
incoming
Anubis
where is my boat?
I didn’t brave the gales of northern shores
to miss it again
You know well, I will not complain to Amun
rise my voice or shield
but jackal-man,
don’t make me wait beyond patience of Temple stone
my heart was carved of
it is Sunday
where I pray to cross the Heavens
perform the work of love
and fall
into the hands of further fate
already written in stars
stand again among all Life and all Death
when Seth comes
wait on no one
but me
or I will have you hunt rabbits
seizure of time
eternity
last for me
I want to see no end
no beginning
just space inhabited by word
vortexes of form in recreation of original dance
intelligent mass to give birth to
what is
always
a pattern
I am the closest thing to myself
feels almost we are one
which is not a far cry from the age of three
when under different circumstances
it was also me
but I was waiting for him to catch up
so now
I am loosing sleep only over stars at night
opportunity to be here
inside
so beautiful
at times
called ever after
he starts to appreciate
as he grows up
When I was young
I thought life
would make me,
whether I want it or not,
sophisticated.
Learned languages,
combat,
loved older women,
attended ,
pretended,
made friends among enemies
and big mouths afraid to speak.
Years later
I am just a complicated peasant,
speechless.
afraid to face
what is left of him
when he awakens
like now
mother war
she bore me in Vietnam
stillborn I walked in a jungle uniform
places I don’t remember
walk of previous life
that was
now
has a mother war too
like all of them
where all are
fighting all
for few
again
always
bring me my check
before I bleed
