woke up from a dream,
a grappled, swallowing sort of thing.
woke UP to be given a gift.
this gift , this right now, this thought.
'to waste time, to waste your grimed and pure soul
is to become the wreck they want.
gum up, devour yourself out.
tulip into things
you are right,
you are here
you are the strongest
seed pod bean being
that’s been in your feet
you’ll succeed. you’ll melt.
into this world.
eat grime. eat soil.
eat magnesium. lithium,
pure brown sugar.
scrape off salt from the pink sweating crystal.
make a meaning, scratch a shape.
have come to this place.
there are many stars, many tendrils of many leaves reaching out to
grrrraaab and snap you .
many whole wide mouths prepared to TASTE your very flesh.
cover you in scabs and scratches.
and frothing insects, to lick your sores gently in the night
fractured souls of animals to bless your trials with their wise minds.
it’ll hurt, it’ll help also.
when they stick the silver spoon down your throat to scoop out and gut you
it’ll feel like a gold shimmery catfish slimy along your belly lining.
it’ll feel so good, better than ever before.
you’ll realize . cusp and change…
show this ionosphere what you’re about.
its a gift today when i woke up in the middle of a gucky headspace
and landed in a presented space
of clean clean open no-time no places
one drop of water,
and i’m the glass to catch it in
im the meridian
the wider suncup
the clasp, the cradle.
this thought is a GIFT.
this moment is a given thing
that i’ll take, taste, and spit out
smoke in the night
these.. breaks . in the . sentence
are a gift
that i’m not going to miss
A Jagganath (Lord of the Universe) shrine at Puri, from The Saturday Magazine, 1832. Jagannath is worshipped as part of a triad on the “Ratnavedi” (jewelled platform) along with his brother Balabhadra and sister Subhadra.