fractal-dance-021507.mp3
remix (all new content) inspired by a friend’s post.
there is no dance
and yet we sway
there is no illusion
and yet we play
rolling in the dust
of a million worlds
of a multiverse
racing through the
garden of forking paths
naked, always
we dream ourselves clothed
great swaths of silks, velvets
under which skin blisters
glyphs, lips, hips
ships passing
in the night, in the day
between sun, moon, and stars
gathering milky, moonlit marrow
from life’s bones
banging the doors of cages
that do not exist
reaching for a flower
that blossoms inside
as if to find it
requires anything more
than to breathe
rusty metal edges
loose teeth long spit
upon rocky, abandoned paths
how much would you give
to find god in you
the last inch?
the truth of the lie
you’ve carried all your life?
not yet… not yet…
weeping at the gates
ash-covered brow and sackcloth
mourning a loss that was never found
grieving an ending that never arrives
tearing leperous skin of self
to find the diamond within
the silken ribbon
tied about the rose
of the mind