The relationship she had lasted two weeks.
Young Felipe thought it was his world.
It was just a whim from the young teacher.
She embraced her own grace.
She walked through their lives,
her soft touch and validation of her choice.
Her mind and heart argue and she breaks it.
The young man withdrawls for a month.
She continues as if nothing happened.
Flirting when the impulse appeals.
Inside the absent young man
is a wounded boy ashamed to lose
Drizzle breathes down
Sheet after sheet
droplets drag until they become small streams
The slippery pavement shines
A car adjusts it's breaks
Pulls to a halt outside the house
the wet pavement allows the tires to slide
The sound almost utters the word home
A cardoor pops open with a thump
A marron high heel descends lands on the tarmac
Then another with ankes attached moving
Steps muffled by damp concrete
Ogun came to me in his original physical body venturing.
Silence was his language holding the weight and pain of centuries.
His face blank without expression his skin the blackest.
True understanding of this strange world was his quest.
I passed and waved, the ambition and naivety, the stench of me.
He nodded his head slightly moving at the same pace freely.
Deep roots of his wisdom as if he'd relived this day a thousand times.
These hundred thousand steps he took more sacred than mine.
So much deeper than me, I could read his tapestry of suffering.
Imagining how this God threads himself through destiny.
His way forward is clear I saw his ethereal direction.
While I struggle as if drowning in reflection...
But there's no water, just a lack of gravity.
Never feel the same.
To lose oneself again and again.
These days are unrecognisable.
It's not your face in the mirror anymore.
Whatever exits the mouth.
atempting communication.
Is coming from a foreign origin.
The ideas not your own.
Days end with an indescribable strangeness.
Never to feel the same these days.
Some approach the world as a game.
I just can't feel that way.
So I feel these abnormal words emerge.
All I do question.
Check my own brain urgently.
see what nests, what's hatching, what roosts.
Easy confusion.
Ask yourself what the catch is.
Here it is authority and organized chaos
There are a hundred men hired just to demote
There is protocol and there is dominance
There are the president's fickle whims
What i tell you today will come to pass.
There's a black oily hurricane over hormuz
In the boardroom it's pudding time
What a gesture for the hunger of Venusians
The carpet so thick the shoe takes a second to sink
Like walking through thick perfect flan
Spoons are distributed, knives go into hands
They greedily cut out their pieces
The chief of staff gives the green light
And the table goes to town on creme caramel
The unstable heat washes over me.
Falling liquid.
A slow drip inside the heart.
Hollowness looks up from deep within
Tries to convince me of it's necessity.
Warmth fades from my hands.
Furniture and silence.
I bathe in solitude.
Standing in shallow water.
The unstable heat hits my chest.
My legs are wet and the floor is filling up.
How divine, final goodbyes.
Hollowness still chatting away.
Humidity on the forearm.
Then it disappears,
registering that real feel.
The temperature of absence.
On the way to living
God tells us certain things
Each day a length of that sacred path
A few pieces of counsel in the conscience
Odin stares from afar
The sun is being filtered
By the month of may
The streets beg movement
But they remain so still
God encourages relief
Under each breath of wind
Noone was listening but I heard
Odin gave the city noise with motors and hammers
contact with hardness
The shape of the abrupt
Empty echoes
I carved wisdom from suffering. I bled for sight. I took what the world would not freely give.
