A plaza full of people
plentifully packed into a marquee
marinated in condensation sensationally
streaming downward.
The breath, the very words spoken
by all these miraculous people
gushing, rushing and pushing
down into the earth.
No longer can this space
contain our sojourn,
how could it?
The most punctual and profound
discourse conceivable
attempting to escape
up, out, and down,
constant and confident,
curling out of the seamed cracks
like a black-head popped.
The marquee merges with the
sky and surrounding space,
darkening like a shaky hand
on a dimmer switch.
A little then a lot, lost,
the exquisite cold disemboguing,
left only with the warming words
running around us,
floating, flying, diving, dancing,
lots of dancing.
The ground begins to sag,
resound vibrations rang,
a discursive retaliation,
impatiently waiting.
Yet the earth’s retort
falls short
and murmurs curses upwards.
We sink down,
our words and wordlessness now enough,
our mind’s fruits sprout springs,
a constant leak,
lapidating the already dilapidated ground,
it incapable of inferring
the surrounding intelligence accurately.
No longer do we exist in human terms,
we are less than human,
but so much more,
human form is bulky,
heavy and inefficient.
I can hear everyone
talking simultaneously,
yet with perfect comprehension,
reliable and undeniable.
The toe nails are the first to go,
softening to wax
sliding away ephemerally.
Whole feet and ankles
merge and submerge
with the earth,
not lost but discarded,
parted with.
Why waste
might, fight, life and limb
when we can exist within,
no longer expatriated,
but one.
We’re down to our knees
but not on our knees,
jelly limbs deflate to soup skins
sporadically shifting until
limp and dissolving into
the human conception of nothing.
The infinite room left by
human nothingness is filled with
minds and hearts
across plains
of love, understanding, compassion, sympathy, integrity
worlds apart.
An earthly cough ruptures the ground,
erupting around
in spews of smoking strips,
reluctantly mutter emerges
soon to flip, flap and flutter away.
It is this mutter that merges,
merges like us,
merges with us,
it is us.
Only our heads remain,
resting as empty vessels.
I am alive, we all are,
confidently thriving,
as, and within one another.
In the air, around the air,
and the air itself,
tactfully intact,
we are the wall and the crack,
the forward and back,
the future and past.
We understand the human conception,
complete with regret and reflection,
indifference and imperfection,
a wasted potential
for the complete,
the finished,
the whole.
Humans are multifarious and multiplying,
halving like bacteria in a petri-dish,
fished out of oceans
abused, deceived, dismissed, deceased,
immaleable and lowing,
incalculable and unknowing.
The human condition is wholly limited
and uncomprehending.
The realm of human experience
is microscopic, remote
and rapidly reducing.
As my old human form finds ephemerality,
any reference to me becomes
irrelevant and retreating,
I am no longer an individual,
I am no longer I.
For I represents a mode of language
and a mode of reference,
it represents one and another,
separate forms of consciousness,
separate knowledge, entities.
Humans are lost
and out of the loop,
drooping,
tongue-tied apparitions
with senseless senses,
restrictive and vindictive.
Receptacles of
receptacles of
receptacles.
Earth’s voice is no longer a
buried murmur
it is without sound or vibration,
for we are one.
The calcium in teeth
the limestone in toothpaste,
no waste, no choice, no free will, no will,
incomprehensible comprehension
simultaneously synonymous
with everything all at once.
Perceptive and receptive,
only consciousness remains,
consciousness spanning
centuries and solar systems.
Undistracted by the
distinct stints of the human world’s
attempts at suicide,
with an existence consisting
predominately of
pompous monopolies,
it is here and it is now
I shall move on,
but if you can
I’d love for you to come along.