Stationed up here
The distance
Only elevation can gift
It’s a borrowed circumstance
Possession surrenders softly

From afar I observe
Red roof tiles

How they protect and love,
Others

Let’s keep in mind
The uneven distribution of mass
We too frequently overlook
No calculation is safe enough

It’s a matter of coordinates
Precious arranging

We are always just one step away


Nowhere else was the grass greener
Or the sky bluer
Than that hot July day
Cicadas noise made you feel
Out of time
A concept you were just beginning to grasp
Yet the universe conspired with the well
Since the beginning of time
And a hundred unforeseen feet
Spared you the misery
of uncovering
That as you progress life takes bizarre turns
And what you held firmly
Slowly gets misplaced
And while you try to clench it again
You learn you never had it in the first place

The well spared you the misery of experiencing
Such ecstasy and loss,
simultaneously
During an unusually warm September, you didn’t live to taste

I will not be known
From sharp to blunt
It will never subside
& will survive
close to Triton
Stay fogged it will
It has no right to be
In the closer regions
Felonious character

It wants to crack skulls open
Smell blood
Regret it soon after

Time passing
Either slow as molasses
Or fast as light
The dust hasn’t settled yet,
it’s floating in midair
I’m waiting for it to fall down so I can swipe it away
I don’t see two steps ahead
There might be a cliff
So I stand still

It’s a messy business, this passing through Time & never really feeling at the right juncture
Until you do.
Until you are right where you are supposed to be. (of course you always were).

You forgot how to breathe
And could barely walk the half mile
Half mile between your room and the Employment Service

The well spared you this high noon
Where all the secretive words of the last 940 days led
For a while, a passage to a parallel dimension was wide open and the old coordinates made no sense
The late Summer light scattering in the Secret Garden
tiny leaves rustling dreamlike
tiny leaves falling snowlike

no one ever will look as dazzling as you were
On that first day of retrograde
It was a nameless territory
I need to inhabit this foreign land no one can perceive
I say
The only thing that matters is what goes on in the mind
He says
Spoken like a true Pisces moon

The well spared you

 having your innermost SCENARIO materialize in front of your eyes
Just to turn into dust
The redcat on the rooftop was giving you a heads up
Pointing you to the backstage

where you would reenact your original neglect
just one more time
to walk into your own trap
just one more time
to be fed cheesecake
just one more time

Fake politeness can’t stop the stormy weather ahead of us
you are determined to retrace every step that hasn’t thrown you into the well
hasn’t killed you softly
only to push you into the basement
where it will reveal
what it sees convenient
as it sees convenient
lies on top of lies
with a smile of course
and a concern so phony
all the llamas in Peru are cracking up
ho ho ha ha ha
you start slowly cooking your meal.

A long period of no fruition
Not letting anything through
You lay wishing the well had spared you
Before the blood
That you concealed
But the funk gave it away
Ancient furniture
Cold radiators

And just as Janus
unexpectedly befriended me,
The salt business
is o ver.
Stingrays whispered to you last night:
Time has come
To cut that piece of cloth dragging
Cut it off
so it doesn’t accidentally get entangled
somewhere else
Hop on the choo choo
Much like Mike,
I am not going back to Allston.