The more true the self
The more extreme the empathy
Faces faces faces faces
I saw all of them on the desert in the tundra
In the light sun above the dark one
Red penquins, needle breath
Ten hundred men
I lived for
Everyday
Cause unless you have no self at all
You can get so lost
Necessarily so
That you get lost
Into the awe
Of the self equaling the universal
Of forgetting where you came from
Of dying ten hundred times
For ten hundred men
And repeating again and again
The stories of all of them
When I take one breath I do not only take my own breath
When I take one breath, I do not only take my own breath
I take the breathing of ten hundred men
Into my lungs
I take ten hundred voices into my own voice
As if there is no self at all
Oh but there is a self of all
That I am
Oh but there is a self of all that I am
And when you listen to me
You listen to them
And when you listen to me
You listen to them
Green
For
Noelle Kocot
Green feathers fell everywhere
The dogs went wild around me
All of the children who were
sitting there
Their hair turned and was
white-tipped
And the hair was dipped in white
like lightening
Or the hair really was lightening,
I was mistaken
“This is the answer!” we all said
No, but we were mistaken
That was not the answer
We were confused
We had slept in our clothes and couldn’t
remember
So I wandered for many months
among mountains
I took the work of Jason M. Helms
upon me
And sat by a waterfall
Trying to understand
What it was I already did
“Green” I said
And he smiled loudly
“Green” we said
And took a break
Dream
The woman we did not know the
Woman, she was unloved
We started first with shame
And told her not to have any
We sat her down
At the table with us
It was at this point
That has I saw the dot
Small and red
That had only been white wall
It had only been white wall
A moment before
But upon looking it was big
When you listen to a sound
It gets bigger
I went up to the dot
And it was really a T and green
And then it was not that
As I looked closer
But a series of letters
And then more and then more
I looked at the woman
And said something about emotions
She seemed to understand
I said
Like a fire within a fire
It is the beating heart which beats the hand
I woke up
I said this dream out loud so that I would remember
It was supposed to end there
I went into the bathroom
And saw the red beneath my eyes
A lit fire
The skin in front of light
With the blood contained looks like fire
Everything is Prophecy now
Even my own body
Everything looks to be
Prophetic now
Even the days that stretch
Out in front of us and become one life
Even in the million books
It was the one book that really mattered
Even in the million lovers
It was you that really mattered
Though I couldn’t have known it
This dream is the only dream that
Really matters
This day is the only day that really matters
Rustle rustle goes the time
Away from me
It is this one divine
Second that really matters
Not the others
Folding over into some infinite
Russian doll that holds the others
Red and green and white
And gold
The doll is always part gold
And I am part gold too
But it is only in this moment that I tell you
That this really matters
Time, music, the dead
We leave them for one second
It is a million seconds that we leave
I can’t know
The time I have left this world and come back
But that I came back
Is why you are listening
And when you listen it sounds like a word
And when you listen closer
It is a million words
And closer too
It is a million voices
And beyond that it is the world
Which is small and insignificant
But upon looking
It is where we are
And we are everything, living things
We are everything
I know this now
The ego leaves
And is submerged into a great fire
But we live in the midst of that
Always rushing through it
Like we can’t know
But we do
If we strain to the top of it
But we do know
If we turn around and look
At the top of it
See one thing contained
And then the rest cascading from that
A windmill of deep emotions
That spill upon unlocking
It is the one human emotion
That upon looking
Become the feelings that matter most
I am gold
But you only see my skin
But there is gold underneath this skin
That I cut and let out
And it sounds beautifully
A gold sun spray
Across the room
That comes forth as sound
It is not beautiful anymore
It is a million sun sprays
Letting themselves spill out into the room
And when you look closely at the spray
You go blind
There is no way to separate the one from the other
But when you kiss me
You do not go blind
You build up
A million sprays to come forth
That look like sound
That become art
That feel like touch
They are not touch
The sun contained in me is not touch
That is what we have touch for
To bring about the thing contained
Jakob
I am sick of feeling
I never eat or sleep
I just sit here and let the words
burn into me
I know you love her
And don’t love me
No, I don’t think you love her
I know there are clouds that are
very pretty
I know there are clouds that
trundle round the globe
I take anything I can to get to
love
Live things are what the world is
made of
Live things are black
Black in that they forgot were
they came from
I have not forgotten, however I
choose not to feel
Those places that have burned into
me
There is too much burning here,
I’m afraid
Readers, you read flat words
Inside here are many moments
In which I have screamed in pain
As the flames ate me
Everyone keeps me from my destiny
Everyone keeps me from my destiny
Keeps me from it
And keeps locked away from beauty
And they can’t feel my beauty
In me reaching out
Like glass into itself
And then into glass
And everyone keeps me from myself
Cause the self they had imagined
Was flesh and bone
And this flesh I am is glass
And everyone keeps me from my genius
Because genius is not human
And everyone wants me to be human
And I am not human
And everyone expects me to be something they are, which is human
And I can’t be anything they are which is human
Because I am not human
And they are
And I am not human
It happened when we were young
It happened when we were young
But we were never young
It happened before we fell in love
But we never fell in love
You turned your back to me
And there was a haze
No, it was a glow surrounding you
That I pierced through with my cape
Before you were young
You were an old man I cared for
While the sickness enveloped your brain
We couldn’t remember each other’s names
But it was so fun when we were surrounding each other
You were so fun when you got old
Casey Anthony
Mother who killed her baby
In the blue light
I am on to you
Every night I watch you on the internet
Blue light of the electrical screen on your face
Blue light of the night on your face
You took your baby to the river
And dunked her head
In the waters of infinity
Even when a mother brings life
To the world
It is not hers to take
Back
It is not hers to take back