i told you so

270 Bones cry a river of fragrances Soaking speaking of the bottomless river Vapour conclusions coincide, I thought it was the end, I begin to perspire golden hues of light, Bones falling through plutos atmosphere, Tunnel currents, fragile to the touch, My life lost in eddies and whirlpools, On the edges of money, Wondering which way is home, Pools of drifting pearls’, Pulses and silences, 10 million years of coping mechanisms, Shaving little threads into ends, This human life is an eternity, Without beginning or end, For we go out as we came in, And as we also live with a taste of that and added to the already unbounded awareness of knowing itself. 10 milllione years of seeing and breathing paper thin mysteries, A garden of 10 million tiny cells in a high fever sunrise, Drums buried in overgrown vines, Trembling eyes hold last nights star fields, spent in spinning towers, The rebirth of new passageways in a deeper pocket of hope, Seeping statues share vapour shadows, Singing and signing waves of perfect persuasions, Stunning salutations to the battle of evermore, Fault lines in perfect balance, babbling 10 million doorways, Draining the after images through morning skin, Layers of compressed escape fortitudes, Just a ringing for an atmosphere, Whales and birds in the mirage, Succulent smooth silk sapphire across the breath of life, Where they have no names 10 million souls inherit freedom of paper thin melodies, The meaning is neither here nor there and a new country is re-born, With loose windows deep inside the deluge of colored computations, We would make into a promise that could not be forsaken or foreshadowed, Pressures of exchange form the new singularity, In 10 million deep folds and pores of reptile skin and cat fur, Tongues that dream of love and the six directions, Breathing through the fire of perfect untouchableness, Calculating safety by silent approaches, And a rain began inside the vessel of tattoos and piercings, Fed the unbroken and I became space and time, The edge of reflection, Speeding endless signals of silence greater than any depth, And who can out truth the end and keep their season and the other in the tide, Memories the proof for justification, an eclipse of fingertips that never lie, 10 million fields under a full moon, Their retro hook ups untold, out moded with a constant reminder she is out of reach, But cradles 10 million species in universal kinship, The flower of love, Heat in the chest the spreading of wings, break the speed of sound, And for 10 million eons the tadpole wept a different tear for each sea, In a fragile tunnel of shaved ends dancing for the propagation of unbounded clockwork knowing, In love with undertows and eddies beyond sapphire and delight, And as we taste and teach and tease take wordlessly, Call it history, dear blessed conspiracy, Birthed 10 million days, Uncovering undetermined mirrors uncertain, Turning some power against itself and no way to conceal it, My Kentucky blues, Turn my baker on, 10 million horizons, Stamps, seals, confessions, And a whirly bird. Doin’ it all at once, A cosmos comprised of a small childs grasping hands, Lonely allowances, Spinning pheromone glances, Each one blurry and burning, and broken, Mary in the periphery, Many bouencies, Face to face feeding fierceness, Burning in fevers, sunspots, and sublime interceptions, Counting orbits in cubits, Charge everything with gravitational corresponses, Polar shifts on midnight patrols, Gasping breath, galloping legs, groundless eyes, curious ears, constant taste, In other states, each others place, Only the crazyness comes through and any man is dangerous without hope, In the evening shade, One lends deeper, Substitute in the aquarium, Because a pinball robot ghost, Files of free calls covered in redefining the frozen rabbit hole of heavy memories, Their rise and fall and journey across the absolute indigo carrying an empty sky, During solar eclipses, micro celled translations take 10 million moments, transistors carrying their own abyss, and they kiss for an instant, for a taste of hope, of awakening in the onely true resting place, to match eternities silence,and cry tears of belonging to myself, informing myself of space and places beyond, throughout all biological history, biodynamic infusions safe landing places touching still ness to match the insect eyed watching the final sacrifice, signs of cleaving meanings and nodes new signals, the division bell breaks the speed of sound, breathing wings and eel underground cities, Cradle 10 million species on the head of a pin, nothing to explain, asked and received, The new shoreline of heat in the chest, worlds with out end, each a mystery of propagation into universal kinship, where something is missing, the tadpole notices the joke, where’s a mask, a sea and a retro hook up bleeder, then tattoos and piercings to prove I had once knelt down and wept for the lie until that final revelation of letting go, fingertips free inside the walls, burning threads out modeing a constant reminder, nothing can out truth the end, so I began to measure my approaches to feed the un awoken, infections of mixed signals, and a game begins, reveal the edge in space-time, and let by gones be by gones, a ran began from a sky of rolling long shades of giant waves, soaking the fragile lens vessel, which began to breathe through a ring of fire of perfect un touchedness, and calculate out far enough to feel safe from cameras, 10 million eons worth of kisses I take full ownership of, standing perfectly still to navigate by the light receptor stars at the bottom of my heart, Pressure of the next singularity, watching, leave behind, the six directions, swimming airlessly, in paper thin melodies, where I left my eyes to meet you, spent and turning, flashing mirror tower stairs spiral into forgetting the pain, no forshadowing, places I didn’t care about, but want them anyway, asked the to give me something stronger that I could carry and not worry about the pain, but the connection could not be forsaken, a collection of foreign words we would make into a promise, take the loose wheels and pretend to let them free all together, deep inside the deluge, where deception and deliverance could dream in colored computations, where 10 million souls could have names, taking psychedelic pens to neurologic pictures, patchwork, puzzle miles, naked olives over ripened, forgetting the meaning, neither here nor there, just a ringing for the atmosphere, entering the singularity from 10 million seas of truth, 10 million shorelines exchanging whales and birds over reaches of infinite potential, the same marriage and misfortunes, a fault line excavating falling, shaking, succulent, smooth as silk, singing morning skin layers around ducts locating the still point between change and escape, one continuous body of unpronounceable fortitude, 10 million females draining after images of their compression doorways for hide and seek faster then records of where I was born, The garden of high fevers, over grown vines bloom before spring, hold last nights star fields collisions, buried drums all winter long, Epilogue; The first star floated down from the navy sky and into my room, my eyes turned to twilight grey, without defining the even ness of depth, testing the pools, and the star became my friend, and I wondered if it may be my mother or father, and I an astromoner, Playing spy games that I might take a journey to some distant place behind the seasons, days in deep springs instead of hours, run out of kisses, beliefs and leavings, being hidden from something in a low line spilling wild sex spilling fires that heal me, quietly, power changing hands, accepting more deeply the wounds, isolation in the mud, where only my eyes exist,