The Dance Beyond Sight

Poetic superpowers tend to come from pain

The four pillars of foundational identity:

Gender, race, abuse, esteem

Poked and scourged with scalding brands

How ones sees oneself, the world spins

In the valuation system presented in the societal construction

Deconstructed on top of the personal

Like building material acid rain drops

Soaking into the essence of a being

Bubbling marrow into consciousness

That words become like armored bullets

To shoot oneself out of agony with blasts of tongue and pen

Resonating universal with what beats in the belly of stars

And reverberates in human blood like a soul link

That the surface of me was given this

The internal of me responds

Here, now, in poetry for a sparkling taste of universe

To linger from tongue to ear melting minds into a divine empathy

That from pain and pillars comes godly understanding

Of what we are, of why we are here

Of no justice, no equality, no balancing act of celestial paradise or perdition

But from these shadows comes enlightenment

Of what is more than this

Greater than the tactile into the eternal

Lacing the Atlas’ shouldered among us to be poets

To carve the pith of the human flower and paint us gods of love and fear

Juggling the scales of our moments in which will we choose

Holding the mirror of time’s fleeting blip of the species of human on Earth

To bear fruit to the universe before extinction

That we were here and bore the crop of volition

Rooting love or fear not as paragon but as flawed worker of the land

Dirty hands nesting seed in the soil of the altar of mindfulness

To be present; not to see this will be then, but to sow and harvest in the now

That for every giver there is a receiver in either aid or hindrance

Cascading from love or fear; this is the superpower of poets

To explain the dance beyond sight