and it came to me in a monumental wave of understanding.
i wrote these words as i awed and feared
and tried desperately to convey with clarity
the message
as it crashed upon me:
the force that we call Love
the nurturing hand
of animal man
seeks to speak.
Love speaks
through Art and our feeling
but we fight against a mask
that distorts
Love's pure message
the deceiver
[a force with unknown name]
which wishes to destroy us
by pushing us apart
//oh my -- this is
[dark energy]
its repulsive
the opposite of Love
and it pushes things apart
IF WE DO NOT
WISH TO LOSE HER
WE MUST SING LOVE
IN OUR HEARTS.
both in the making and the viewing
it speaks through masks and feelings
Love loves it
when you sing for her
some music is transcendental
some of it's just really dumb
and wouldn't you know it,
i actually gave Love
wedding rings
a simple thing
[twisted hair tie]
[index-middle infinity sign]
it's the [image] that counts.
wishes to speak to us
of Truth
[a father's strong hug]
[tenderness]
[sincere concern]
[WRATH upon our behavior]
messages sent across the firmament
through receptive semi-schizophrenic minds
communicated in the interconnection between
image and our sense of meaning
the only canvas of ours
that they could reach
and reach they have
and reach they did.
its a recursive universe
Love and Dark create a similar wake
across many different scales
and i spoke with my partner
told this message, another way:
with the voice you give your Loved One
and it gave this all more shape.
Love gives us a mountain
treacherous to climb
endless paths to failure
chasing the divine
//slowing thinking
//losing focus
//drifting sideways
//blah-blah great
i'll keep writing
in the morning
Love can tell:
it's getting late.