Saturday
At the End of the Slide into Darkness and Before the Rise to the Surface
Another slide
Another landing
Just a moment
A quick clear pause
to survey surroundings and take inventory
A gentle slide this round
Quick and
Momentous and
To the very bottom
and carrying ever-increased importance
The very-very bottom
Warm and calm
Quiet nearly silent (muffled)
Dark yet blinding
Clarity more vivid than remembered
We are here
Again
Welcome
Again
Now we must rise before drowning
But before we leave this bottom
We must vow
Make certain promises to ourselves
for what we bring
to the surface this turn
Friday
Thursday
Arc & Premise
The rise to the surface
After touching the bottom in a
“The Deeper You Go” paradigm
where hard abrupt solid and sudden
are never misnomers or punches pulled
Ascent becomes the most vital
Essential and necessary force
Pulling toward a glimmering sun far above
(To) a new planet perhaps yet undiscovered
Breaking surface like bullets through linen
Wednesday
Tuesday
Monday
Friday
Thursday
A Good Day and Time
Silver platters and conveyor belts
Adulation is a powerful thing
We will write the rules
We will write the laws
We will be known as
king and queens
rulers on earth as it is in heaven
The topic was why
At least that was the topic on my side of the conversation
and I was listing all the reasons for art
Money and
Sex and
Drugs and
Legend and
Fame and
Then I hesitated when it came to my why
because I have always just done these things
since forever just because it always was
Just the thing that just needed to be done
When I was eight
That makes time around my third grade
and I had two friends named Tim
and I first cussed and I
first touched a girl and
Gave my first performance
The feigning of what I then knew as “amnesia”
All who am I and where am I
At eighteen oh man
So independent and all by my lonesome now
But that is what all the specific and programmed
breeding and training had prepared me for
Figuring just where the cracks and the
chinks and the vulnerabilities existed
Suckers for cons to manipulate dominate exploit
It was like discovering that magic is real
I was a twenty-eight year-old normal
Wannabe normal doing normal things
and thinking normal thoughts
but not really because everything
was either a shameful secret or just another lie
Like being a fraud in an anxiety dream
Or another bad formula comedy movie
A puppet master’s mannequin dancing
Thirty-eight began the reconfirmation
Major building blocks from divergent selves
Stacking together like Tetris blocks
But easily like the computerized demonstrations
Not only do I now know but I now know they know
No now it’s like I can tell when they know now
The eyes give it all away and
The eyes can sell it all back for unfair profits
The beauty of forty-eight
There is a new found appreciation for the work
and one can now see also where and how the next act turns
and how it rewards the hard work with a
Personal satisfaction that feels strikingly like
What you always imagined it would feel like
And most importantly you now can understand
How vulnerable and temporary it all is - now was
Then I hesitated when it came to my why
because I have always just done these things
since forever just because it always was
Just the thing that just needed to be done
Fame and
Legend and
Drugs and
Sex and
Money and
The topic is always why
At least that is the topic on my side of the conversation
and I listed all the reasons for life
We wrote the rules
We wrote the laws
We are known as
king and queens
rulers on earth as it is in heaven
Silver platters and conveyor belts
That was one fine ride
Wednesday
Monday
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