Who am I and why am I Why was I positioned here on this glorious earth And why am I alone with no companion breath To remind me who I am Listening to the separate hummings joining symphonically with harmonic intention sheltered by the skin of the night Gathering itself together from bits of ether that lie between the particles of dust and detritus The stuff that comes together like a golem or an angel made of the fits and starts of lost intention of mislaid nobility The declensions of time—and heart alchemically supported by the sun’s distilled rays slipping through The rift between the heavens and the earth God has not yet invented a conscience thus we are obliged to keep it all going By embracing the molecular movement By riding on the backs of subatomic particles Through black holes and giving birth to reflected light Possibilities abound Provincetown, 2024/2025
Hiding Out