onbeyond

everything is heavy
even the air has that weight
the weight of waiting for the waiting to end
the wildness of watching the way
the tao shaped flows of being
web spun silver threads
imaginings of space and place
all woven into the weave
i do not grieve this passage
days movements and last light giving way to night again
at 4:20 the puff of smoked that heralds the next phases
the next phrases of praise that i delay
to lay out on a plate
the irate gestures and cerations
of challenged mutations
the remains of the days and daze hazed on all ways
of participating
laid out
played out
splayed out
staying out of the way out craziness
shaving the edge off my laziness
rumbling large thru the valley of tears
fearless
1 speed fast engine gearless momentum
propelling the heavensent weight
this place
lighthouse space
sometimes feels wasted
on the silence of the roommates
another wait of weight
hard to relate to
the sleeping space of tossing and turning
tired little workers
caught in a web of choice
moving trucks and early days
spent dropping out of the magic wave
but for some this
life of uncertain angles
angling for the next impression
indentation and procession
of faithword flows into the future of now
we all make it thru
we just figuring out how