King Solomon's Mines

I am the breath of all things in this world. I am breathing this breath, I ride it from lips to lungs of all creatures and all things. The breath, the breadth between the ether and the sky, this is my domain. I am alive. I am living and life is my existence. The world becomes a labyrinth of shadows and bent light, one optical illusion after another, so that my breath my love, might live, might experience what breathing becomes. The In/Out of the universe. Sweeping in circles, life, death, the neutrality of space. The cold, dark moanings of vacuum, the keeper of the waves of life, so spaced out, broken points, all things between. When I was young, younger than now, I am young still but I think I’m old. The future, then I’ll be old, the past, when I was young, the now, when I am. So then, Now, as I was saying, when I was young, the world had a layer of gold and a layer of dirt. So golden was the future, when I could look out and see my illusions. So dirty was the now, the past. I was laughing, from about my zero-hour until death, I had a perpetual smile in remembrance, now, it’s a faded grin. Go then told, old worlds colliding, smiles, smiles the open space of humor, the closed space of laughter. Bold is winning us over, we are the times and space of what was and will come again Old dark crash, nice new antiquity, lets raise the brazier to Bacchus and hope time will be generous. Dark is a sky that looks forward, but not too dark, not dark to sell rhetoric, but o blind truth, dark is a word for saying, for questioning. To plod through darkness towards the light, hoping, hoping we are not like moths. Bangles and temples old angular answers, to be or not, to be, where angels are envious and demons underpaid. What a simplicity to ask for favor, to see the masses and say I am popular, I am right, you need me. So that the answer is to be worshiped by the plodding herd to be a carnivore, a victor, and then an ultimate shadow. Wraiths, ghosts, angered spirits, angry at being forgotten. When we are not known we are most powerful. When we are the corner bending light between the shadow and the source, when we are advisors to lofty kings. Second to god himself, second to a king Written March 16th, 2002 © on Mar 16 2002 12:50 PM PST   0 • 10