Bird Highway

Far away and lost #23
August, 2016

I don't believe in this moment
lost and far away life is a dream
to slip away without a trace
to die in my sleep
like these bells in the fog
a sound land for a friend in my ears, always singing
leaving no tears, no residue, no waste
what you think of me doesn't matter
nothing does
I deleted the measure and account
listened to the drug of being
with frozen hands and glue and tacks
I painted it out

I looked for a long time for you
but you didn't come
that's because you are here now
in the dream of this dream
with me alone
I made you up

art is meaningless
life is meaningless
death is meaningless
everything is nothing
I don't matter
I am nobody
and I am going nowhere
now

the night is in her now
the morning will come
the shit will occur
routine
and all around it is the moment I have eaten
can't chase it
but the eternal slip is worth waiting for
I have been there
in the crescent moon and island of the soul
by the dogs and the water of love
immersion and glide I am becoming
you are like a jewel to me and I love you all
from behind the window
from behind my glass eyes

from the boat and suitcase on the desert highway
madness and necessary confession, a circle in the dirt
for this spirit surrounded by the cynics of matter
in their grid of fear
from a private tower over the sea
comes a whisper on my spiral staircase
you are loved
you are loved &
the night is in her now
she speaks like a kiss from death waiting and watching
invisible angel
reminding you that it is coming
someday maybe tomorrow
perhaps it is a door to life
mine is