No end to this vision, clumsy me

We've been digging up zero
but smiles put one in front of it
put a meaning, a piece of freedom

Clumsy me bless that
because I fell face first onto real love
All the zero covering my hands and body

Need has starved itself to death
and meaning meant itself to death
and life eternal life it's eyesight after eyesight

insight after insight and outsight after outsight and ever before

Illusion of taste cooking on the fire
tasty food that physical food is there distracting the mere senses
The mouth wanting it to come to the table join the plate and utensils
And I've got some fancy words for that
I've got some fanciful vocabulary
leave those words
tastebuds
blindness

Did they make you feel a certain way
and how far down did you have to dig to get to that conclusion
did you get closer to becoming a mole
how far underground do we have to go to know the physical
My clumsiness and loss of the current score meant something somewhere

That clumsiness and loss of the current score rippled nowhere
And time itself was called upon and worshipped until knees and elbows ached
Yet it didn't paint the sky a different color

Oh and the illusion is as good as the table we eat at
as good as the many colors of our spirits and religions
the illusion runs like me to the bus so I don't miss it
me with the paintbrush creating it as it passes
Me the engineer assembling it in my mind
Transport to somewhere

You stood reading my mind with your love completely up for grabs
and that was a bus on nameless streets
coming to pick me up
Some of the most well constructed illusions collapsed
And if you got hurt imagine you used your own heart against evil like a hammer
survived as if you'd ever die, triumphed as if you'd ever fail
My blessing exists in no language, it can be described in no words
it's on it's way to you in a package that doesn't have a size
Carried by a limitless un nameable
but it is sent to you most meaningfully

You threw your own soul onto the nightmare to smother it
Imperfections in whose eye, our lost suffering our suffering won
our long hours of life our short ones
The nightmare dances the free one the grand dream knowing the steps
Imperfections graced us nightmares clothed us in a time when the climate dictated it
here we stand in new clothes relieved and washed of it all

The clumsiness in our perception
Unable to dig out those brambles that had covered our well planned dream for existence
Cast out by god, accepted by god no end to this vision tend the garden ordered and tilled
let it become wild
the same spontaneous love that you let creep over the fear
The same stuff that preserves our hearts and cleanses our never ending thought mechanism