WAIT
Wait
until your eyes adjust to the light
for adjust they will
look at this
what we have here
is it not
like a planet metaphor
with inner
meanings, outer rings
Saturn
in her full regalia
nothing saturnine
until
you get up as close
as we are now
and here you lock on
with all your technology
literal antennae
that hunger for resonance
that transcends species, outlived
race and colour
no idle promise
from some mad mystic or
their posterity text
that we
might become one
know ourselves
know each other
somewhere here
there is a beyond special
moment a forever now
searching for you
trying to find you
let
that quest
to squeeze every bit of life
out of words and things,
out of
oceans of language
run
a blind course, suffer
in vain.
poems 2 die for 