i n e f f a b l e
stream of consciousness
forget language
show me the
g e s t i c u l a t i o n
of your jowls
as you realize
your joy and grief
a m p l i f y
the melody of
your blood mixing
with infinity
e c h o i n g
through the chasms
of your heart
r e v e r b e r a t e
my core
with
your blaring
song of life
draw the very
e s s e n c e
from your lungs
distilled like
s t a r r y
mist
into the cold
blustering air and
bathe me in your
slow
e x h a l e
by the
tempered light
of the
frosty night
u n v e i l i n g
your soul against the
script of the
m o o n
paint the energy
of your being
onto my canvas in
g o l d e n
sequences
and whorls of
c e l e s t i a l
arrangements
and i will see
w h a t
you are
read you in
peaks and valleys
in sacred geometry
say
N O T H I N G
and i’ll hear
e v e r y t h i n g
that is uttered
in the whispers of
your being
in the
w a v e s
of your design
show me the
rawness of life
r e s o n a t e d
in the
vibration of
your form
u n r a v e l
your code and
s p l a y
it before me
smear it
on the
m i r r o r
of the starlit sky
and
then
t h e n
i will begin to
understand
the you
that is you without you
under the words
and
pleasantries
the you that exists
b e y o n d
invented
d r i v e l i n g
the you that is more than the
limited options
of manmade
s y m b o l s
s t r u n g
t o g e t h e r
by threads of
tongue
speak to me
in your
l a n g u a g e
the one that exists
only to you
one that can’t be
i n t e r p r e t e d
by anything
but the
q u i n t e s s e n c e
of which you are
smother me
in the
t i m e l e s s n e s s
that is you
the bits that are
c a l c u l a t e d
down to the final
root of the galaxies
s p a r e
me
the this
and
the that
give me raw
f r a g m e n t s
pieces and petals
b l o w n
through the fields
and
beneath it all
in the splintered
b r e a k s
of
blistered bark and
drippy sappy
r i n g s
the loamy rich
w i l d
soils of you
sprouted from
worlds beyond the
d e p t h s
sing to me in
l i g h t
a nebula in
c o l l a p s e
the brilliant
explosion of
r a d i a n c e
at your conception
show me the
e s s e n c e
of you
in its purest
most
u n i n h i b i t e d
form
the form
from which you came
b e y o n d
the bounds of
skin and bone
muscle and brain and chatter
g o
d e e p e r
s t i l l
to
the code and calculus
of your
e x i s t e n c e
please
i long to
s e e
the vast
s p r a w l i n g
expanse of
e v e r y t h i n g
that is
y o u
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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