— For you, my fantastically resilient daughters who turn nightmares into dreams They said to me stay home, The streets you shall not roam. They said to me be still, So others won’t be ill. So here I sit, home, still and slow. But inside I feel something grow, Beyond…

you say “be You” but you mean “be Me too” because my You negates your Me (or so you say) you call it tolerance and it is dominance until my You is driven out out of the narrative of Us.

Fall came as Spring, Blooming into crimson tides, Budding tears, That haven’t dried, And the castaways sprout, Across terrestrial fields, Until the ripe become raw. To my people I say, “I am from you but not of you,” So when you called I said wait, And from far I felt…

The schizophrenia of my skepticism, Birthed from the empiricism of my existence. A convoluted contradiction, Guised in adornments of reified reason. The battles of mind beget the casualties of heart, A systematic destruction of my soul. War waged upon The Necessary, From Nothing, Everything! From Nothing, Everything! From Nothing, Everything! …

I thought it was a race, And I wanted to be first, But how do you arrive, To an end beyond a place, A place beyond the race?

but then it hits me crashing waves of lingering lucidity visions of pure perception glimpses of true Reality grasp it, taste it sweet salient of Truth a symphony of cosmic simplicity and then like flitters of fire fading into whispers of devastating allurements but I hold on I hold on …