gaslight of

the world

 

one

white

on

white,

one

honey

comb

window

pane,

one

point

christ

on a

cross

years

old

repetend

of fungus

with

purple

fingerprints,

and an

unknown

amount of

minutes in

heaven

with molly.

a pop-up

camper

covered in

christmas

lights and

a modest

drive of

lake

michigan

limestone.

a teepee

frame of

tamarack

on a

bluegrass

hilltop in

wilton. at

dusk a

dead

brother

back

again

offers

homage

to our

ancestors,

he the

sacred

neutral,

on the

path of

healing.

my elder

brother,

the

sacred

masculine

and our

man of

action sits

silent on

my right,

a stoic

protector.

i, the

sacred

feminine,

find a

thread

and pull

it till i

unravel

entirety

entirely,

i die and

dissolve

into the

slipstream

of divine

creation.

grandma

infinity

sings my

eulogy.

my

brothers

both my

witness,

i rise from

my ashes.

i join them

under a

mandala of

stars,

perfectly

anchored

geometry,

our holy

trinity in

utter

harmony

with the

frequency.

eons later,

we wander

back to the

camper for

creature

comforts

and belly

laughter,

the

healing

power of

joy.

shortly

after dawn,

i wink while

my others

make trails.

when they

return, it’s

neutral’s

turn to hug

the earth

while our

man of

action

takes me

to an

amish

market,

barefoot

children

play in

trees.

acres of

ancient

agricultural

implements

and worn

wooden

furniture, a

backlot of

abandoned

school

buses full

with scrap.

he buys a

gas

powered

tiller, i help

him lift it

on then off

his truck

bed, he

sleeps

suspended

above the

ground

between a

pair of

maples.

sometime

later, i

drive three

and some

odd hours

home to

the

bedazzled

hamster

wheel of

modern

society,

schrödinger

’s mandela

in a south

african

prison cell

reading a

holy bible

written by

cern,

only this

time i

return

free. i

mainline

blue light

nostalgia

and write

a poem

about

revolution.

the

lion lays

with the

lamb, do

not invite

the wolf

to be a

guest in

your home.