Glossolalia

Like the worm of a dying fire

We reset the stage

For the world living on our wire

We connect the terminals

Impracticable

I am a word misspelled

And I feel my readers eyes

We reset the page

Before the word living in the fire

We begin to speak in tounges

Making language up

"MIA was right to use the sacred "middle-finger" hand-gesture during the super bowl half-time show" is too long of a title for this piece

Not only am I the observer,
Watching the cosmos unfold before me,
One emotion after the other rising from static and birthing physicality…

But so am I the observed, a part of that cosmic function,

experiencing the emotions in linear time, partaking in the manifestation

from inception to physicality.

We are a circle of flowing water,

you and me.

Sir, speak louder and closer to the drive thru microphone, please

If I give my best today

Will I wake up tomorrow

And feel the same?

I won't list the ways

It could come to mistake

So in my dreams I play a saint

The right choices already made

If tomorrow consents

I'll be on my way

Right back to today

When the wheel comes back around

I'll be abounding where I'm found

To give my best today

It connects us all, in a way

We imagine, together, the golden gates

And pull the present towards towards their embrace

We are the music makers

And the dreamers of the dreams

We weave the fabric of the universe

And bring it together at the seams

We play pretend inside

And call it reality