we must confess

a past of shadow

and a future, uncertain–

still, the light shines through

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So Long, _________

so long, we say,
falling back into the
waking and moving,
the working and resting,
toward the shadows
where we move, unseen,
working for the world
that will never
know our name.

so long, we moan,
it’s been so long
since we could look
at ourselves and see
someone familiar.

so long, we say,
so long to self-doubt,
so long to self-pity,
so long since we could
stand, so long since we
could speak, so long since
the light has broken into
the shadows that lengthen
at the edges of the sun.

too long.

the philosphical millipede of progress

I.  IN WHICH WE LEARN OF CHAOS

  1. Formation of Image
  2. Seeking in Imagination
  3. Clouded Sight/Unclear Vision
  4. Collective Unconscious
  5. Universal Consciousness


II.  IN WHICH WE ORDER CHAOS

  1. Breaking of the Image
  2. Imagination Restructured
  3. Sharpening the Senses
  4. Drawing from Depths
  5. Universal Order


III.  IN WHICH ORDER DISSOLVES

  1. Inertia
  2. Dissatisfaction
  3. Limits and Boundaries
  4. Active Deconstruction
  5. Completion of the Fracture


IV.  IN WHICH WE RECOVER

  1. Silence
  2. Light
  3. Sound
  4. Sight
  5. Waking


V.  IN WHICH WE RECONCILE/SYNTHESIZE

  1.  
  2.  
  3.  
  4.  

    The Beggar’s Glory

    Open-ended, open-mouthed,
    left dangling in the sun.
    Corroded with cohesion to
    a listless, tiring run
    to sanctuaries where sleep
    will find the beggar and victor
    all awake, all weeping,
    all rapt in succor.

    Sweet for those whose eyes have taken
    up the cross-bearing others have forsaken.
    Sweet for those in quiet repose
    from a world, broken, shaken.

    All hearts aligned to the beggar’s
    glory
    and all thought made to conquer the worm.
    Turning, turning, ever turning.
    All in a violent storm.