It’s a half moon.
And we’ll be leaving soon,
so don’t get too attached.
Looking up at the sky,
no Aquarius could deny
that this has not yet hatched.
Flesh
and bone
and spirit
occupy this space
and detach from time.
Looking back on this life
that I call
Mine
I see no lines.
I see no forms.
There is no
m o m e n t
I was born.
I have always existed.
I will always be.
Because
T h e U n i v e r s e
Is Me.
Poem inspired by artwork by Bo Hammer
ToomuchToomuchToomuch.
Brain shut up!
Brain
shut
down.
Synapses
overstimulated.
Neurons
no longer firing
but on fire.
Heart and mind
racing.
Only one
can win.
Can’t catch my breath.
Can’t catch my thought.
And even if I did
my hands are too shaky
to get a grip.
Insight?
Insanity?
Who said there was a difference?
Thoughts
without words
are like rulers
without edges.
They give meaning
to masses
that could never be measured.
Tip-of-the-Tongue
indefinable
pleasures.
And Deep-in-the-Id
sorrows
untethered.
For as beautifully apt as
a language can be,
no man-made mechanism
could describe
divinity.