Sometimes I go back and forth between
the universe always was or
There is a non-interactive deity
spurring creation on the axis of science and the volition
Of beings capable of manifesting choice
beyond instinct
We are in the axis, whether either is a valid
provable fact given empirical evidence
Of this time’s recollection, for if it is
able to be proven, surely it was proven before
By others in a time on a continuum some
distance from this in breathes,
But tangent, always tangent in
consciousness, that proximity is the dearest radiance
Of what I once imagined to be the love
of God
I see: the billboards, the posts, the
tax deductions, and the revivalist literature
I cannot move beyond the power of
wishful thinking
What we want over what we need or simply
is
We can meander consequence to a plan
beyond our knowing; divine implications
When death, pain, anger, despair,
loneliness, heartache, wind their ways to strangle
Those Hallmark-card dining-room-table
loves, embraces, joys, felicitous rewards
Of obedience, credence, faith, fidelity,
and wholesome tomes recited
I see the fallacies of volition’s
mandate strangling the dalliance of heaven’s garb and hell’s cloak
“I am a breathing time machine. I’ll take you all for a ride.”
The universe reverberates in each of us
like the kick-drum’s measure
Beyond cardiac pulses into schisms of
what it means to exceed the speed of light
When we return to our former measure of
energy dispersed and dancing
In the plasma of an un-forming and
re-forming universe to birth and die into another
Over millennia and I am imagining my
iteration absent the pronoun for I take no purchase
No receipt or deed to this body as a
severable unit of volition in this time or that,
But of interconnected always operating
my configuration to be reconfigured
I give you this waltz for sixty, for
eighty revolutions, or less of a solar orb
To do and to embrace this one to write,
to read, to sing, to paint, to speak, and above all to love
For there is no promise of the morrow,
only a vast acknowledgment of what we are
Able to do here, that we are limited
there and so I embrace my current limitations
With gleeful possibility and mercurial
sadness as to my tiny time here
So I do the daring do; to make the most
of this sunrise and oh yes, above all love
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