I
came up to you, spoke, but never seen
Standing
there in overcoats smoke ballooning out our mouths
Cold
January day, coffee inside and basting in the black-brick night
Jet
hair pinned and debonair, uptown-style and rooted halls
Of
where you have been if this is an answer instead of another question
Leading
route to vagabond thoughts and monster balls
Dance
a dance and dress the costume sayings
To
be who a life is not just to count the numbers dot to dot
Circuitous
and pack the logic of a thousand lifetimes into the prize
Of
heading through the entry door to an old-folk stomp
Of
a tambourine man stolen from the world by cigarettes
Love’s
escape into a board game, toss the dice
And
we have tonight to spoil the risk or dare the bliss
Of
warmer eyes and narrower straights, sail the rocks and break the ranks
Of
prison ropes and dire fates
I
asked what are a handful of acts that make your happiness?
The
pieces of the puzzle scattered about the skull lapping there like rainbows
Waiting
to be shown across the iris into another shore
I
asked to see what makes your soul glow naked in your own basket’s light?
When
the shadows are dancing and a man is but another day
To
wander, there is you giggling at happenstance shaking hands with the dark
Knowing
life is a crow’s cough shoulder-landed and speaking rough
I
asked you about your sense of adventure, what that means in terms
Of
singular or dual where the world splits like light itself into a mirror fading
The
image of whom you remember no longer being into who you are
In
agreement for the gambler and the thief, the fair days and those of deceit
I
asked you the saddest and brightest day of drunken kindness you have ever done
To
give of the hearth when you may have needed the sum?
To
be in position to see the division of another breaking and need not offer,
But
meat off the bone did lie.
I
asked you if you knew what it meant to write so you do not have to remember?
I asked you if you have seen through time’s wormhole, the other side of purpose
I asked you if you have seen through time’s wormhole, the other side of purpose
The
mystery of the search, the interconnected one
And
in that you came and took my hand smiled and said
I
am here. I see. I am listening. Let us speak into the darkness together.
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