.
Considering
all of this.
Weighing by the eye.
Discarding
little bits of detritus
that comes
with every handful.
.
I alight
on the rooftop
of an old church.
From here,
I can see
a million stars
and a thousand miles
in every direction.
.
Relegate history.
It’s not what it was.
Packaging expires,
even though it’s good inside.
.
Cart before the horse.
Horse before the cart.
One way
only goes
one way.
.
Better let it simmer,
like a hot, humid July afternoon.
A fact,
remains deficient
when there’s no skin
in the game.
.
Functionally irrelevant.
Despise the antidote,
even if the sickness
is spreading.
Even if it’s fake.
Even if it’s poison.
The water here
used to be clear,
but now it runs
ocher.
.
Shame to be a revelation.
These days,
it’s the only thing that drives.
Bet it runs the stick
hard,
the words of an old prophet
emblazoned on the dash.
.
Truth should be taken lightly.
Two shots to the head.
One miraculous suicide.
Rise again.
Every day,
feeling the urge
to dig deeper,
fly higher,
and still wonder.
.
Sky shots.
All the way out
into infinity.
Watch it flare out.
This looks real,
even in the negative.
Prosper on nothing.
Words are flesh.
Love it like gene therapy.
.
Break off the mountain
and smash down,
like a conscious avalanche.
Achieve the heights,
then settle in the valley.
The water’s warm here,
long draws,
and simple baptisms.
.
We can speak
and hear
what we’re saying.
.
.
HG – 2022
