such light

Shoshanna Zazen symphonies

there is no national anything

beyond false borders

patriotism but a predefeated

cry of neanderthal altruism gone sour

someone needs the universal vaccine

a strong dose of the color and solitude poultices

we all hold to wipe those tears away

Peter Pan your shadow cries

Wendy is only infantile flatulent air

wearing stiff nightgowns

and missing home

pulling a pout down under wings you never needed

thank Tinkerbell for ringing in your name

the voices from the future are seeking

other years to fuel their visit

the table is made ready

we took off our hats and

hung the coats shaking by the door

put the welcome mat straight

there's happy tempos of fingers tapping

voices newly smoke stained with autumn fires

dressing the canopy on the pattern of shadows

holding my feet on the ground for now

these are harmonies you've not yet heard

edges chime on inner eyelids

far beyond the old broken silences

played alone in the dome of inner spaces

for so long

only time and absolutes disappear

to sharpen the focus with age

I did nothing with you intently

harried by all those beautiful people

so lonely and bitter from infancy

thinking broken hearted was stupidity

I couldn't leave you there dim and suspicious

naked eating afterbirths in the masturbation corner

someone had to say it out loud and inked into flesh

who else would kiss the hateful emptiness

into flowering

and let the honey flow true

in the name of the real dream?