“If time is my vessel
then learning to love might be my way back to sea…”
--interpol, “public pervert”

"Out of the dimness opposite equals advance . . . . Always substance and increase,
Always a knit of identity . . . . always distinction . . . . always a breed of life.
To elaborate is no avail . . . . Learned and unlearned feel that it is so.

Sure as the most certain sure . . . .
plumb in the uprights, well entretied, braced in the beams,
Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical,
I and this mystery here we stand."
--walt whitman


INFINITY INSIDE THE HEART

We have to drive down there to get there first of all, but it’s not like other trips where egos take the wheel, all of us just got in the one car and that was it, there was one of us, one car full of us, but a truckload of faith to think for one’s self and not for the each of us, and all the faith in the world that it was going to work.

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I have always been more than happy to take a step backwards.

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The real story is that nothing ever happens when everything happens. Even writing it down is not a real clue: why live in the past?

Looking forward, there’s never an excuse to feel anything but holy.

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Constantly judo is practiced on and over your body. Can you still tell me how the whole wheat works?

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The lounge of spirits, the opposite of calcium, opposite of decay, five discrete elements in a row.

The edge of sandstone where it draws a line between the air and the rocks below.

Everything that we want is there.

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The girls were joined at their given ribs so none of them could balk.

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I’d forgotten about Anubis, the He Who On His Mountain, the He Who Pours the Fluids. Busy keeping all the other vultures at bay. Who am I to remember death? The births have been enchanted and innumerable.

Try to picture this: a somewhat threadbare jackal carrying you into the kennel. The other dogs refuse to recognize their dogness. We all die anyway.

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Everything that we want is there. So why can’t we talk about it?

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Everything that we want is there. Why can’t we say what’s on the menu?

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Everything that we want is there.

So why aren’t we just eating it?

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Did you see the flutterby fluttering by?

Did you?

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Everything we want is in this place. Look at everyone else just shopping around.

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Everything we want is in this place. How could you be unhappy here?

Vulnerability is one road to the open heart.

The knife is another.

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Everything within the breadth of humanity, nothing in waste or holding, nothing resigned.

How many of us are dancing and how many of us are actually sitting to watch us?

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The soft before the shoe, the aphasia of water against the coral floor. I know it isn’t really coral, but what the fuck?

The soft before the shoe, the aphasia of water against the coral floor, if there’s any coral there, at all, even after all of this.

Where were we before?

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Water against the cord.

Did you see the flutterby fly by?

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Better to see you with than in a million leers.

Instead of the Hydra, all the eunuchs surprise each other with guns and toughtalk. They want to explode, no the company of a fat man in a headdress and yes is everyone in love saying goodbye.

Instead of just a thing to say, three moons, Jupiter and Scorpio. The point of the tail is the very best part.

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Di ou s e t fl tt b fl y?

Ones on the waswith,
Surpreme. Dvne.

Cntxt, Rcntxt, 8 8 8.

Hngr.

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May you never hunger.

May you never thirst.

You are mostly water anyway.

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Infinity inside the heart.

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DO WHAT THOU WILT: a riddle no longer.

When I get hungry I feed on my hunger.

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Decisiveness your virtue, make endless choices.

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I claim the hawk and his ability to perfectly impersonate the hawk-god.

I claim the way he clips the autumn leaves with his puckered wingbones and his brushedback feathers.

The feathers themselves are faultless. They are in the air and they don’t fly.

Look closer: I claim their lack of silence. I do not claim the churls of wind around them.

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Did you see the flutterby fluttering by?

Flutterby, flutterby, what’s yr. excuse?

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Destiny coated on turbulent sucks,
The folding mage of the will.
Hands a pockets.

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Bear hug in thought.

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Blue smoke foaming upward, purpling the leaves of the trees on the long way up, the pecking of water on the river rocks, the poison oak soft as a blister, red as a shoe.

There is a sound that everyone makes eventually which is the same sound as the one before it.

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The rules don’t allow for mistakes.

Keep all hands in. Enjoy yourself.

The mirror of copulation.

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Same on the sand as in the air, the stars follow Jupiter, crusts and burned love-knots.

Someone tries to tell me the goat is not a real god. Fuck that.

Christmas on Earth, we take whatever we want, but only give with greater clarity.

Charms of deep suppression, cavities and angel food, angel caves, miracles of salt. Canteens of salt.

Imagine a day with nerves.

Everyone has a skin once about a Christmas that sucked. After the first unreal city, what are all the others? Fish without scales? Heads without arms?

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The door is a jar.

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The way you look at both of us:
Acorns dash the snow.

Does anybody know where the field fence is?

Isn’t it not snowing in here?
What can I show you?

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Anubis wants to fight with Khufu! How’d you hear about that?

Deep, dark whispers in the night. Scarred simplicity.

Maybe he’s got a gun.

How dare you call it a gun. We got the kids and childrens here. Shut the fuck up.

Who the hell is Anubis?

He’s got the stuff.

Well that’s the thing.

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That’s so cute.

What?

You say “Yay!” when you wake up.

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Is any of this NOT done on purpose?

I do exactly what I want.

I am the whole of the Law.

I am two mirrors, each looking at the other.

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You’re a sandwich?

Only when there’s bread.

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Ping of recognition. “Did you see the flutterby flying by?”

I walked crossingways over the rock on the path. Marta and Rich not far behind, or far in front, and they walked another way. Walkie-talkies in the soul. Cold conch a street light. Another ping.

Not really.

Thru the apple green, a platypus rock. A tortoise shell floor, and streams of sweat. It’s warm here, everything inside the heart.

Did I see the flutterby fluttering by? The silver apples of the moon, the golden apples of the sun. Golden apples of the sun. Golden apples of the sun.

It sounds like paper rice. Everyone is whispering.

We don’t need to whisper.

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The bread was broken a long time ago. We didn’t do it, but we want to fix it. We want to put it back together. And we like a sandwich now and again.

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Apples, two for the price of one.

I will stay awake all night and all day to see who’s with me.

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Two mirrors looking at each other: that’s the whole of everything, my friend.

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Warm here, everything inside the heart, apples in the refrigerator.

I could eat the whole thing.

Could, but I’d rather share.

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The door is a jar and I say Yeah, you’re good goddamn correct.

However you get thru, I’m holding your head so you hear me all the way. You were there too, and I want you to understand the whole thing.

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It’s warm here, everything inside the heart.

Did I see the flutterby fluttering by? The silver apples of the moon, the golden apples of the sun. Golden apples of the sun. Golden apples of the sun.

I hear everybody’s fingers on the hymnals. Every arm along the timpani. Everyone is whispering.

We don’t need to whisper.

It just took me so long to talk, that’s all.
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I am a lucky boy to see the things I see and do the things I do.

I like to be me.

The lucky numbers work, the hard work works, the faith in the faith that never balks works. Love wins.

Let's do this again soon.

The closer we are to each other the closer we are to everyone else.