#outer to inner

[simonfalk28]

Stop and Listen

It’s been a while since my last post here. Inspiration comes when it does. Things have been bubbling away for some of us and here it is. Stop and Listen Stop and listen To the sound Of the noise beneath the noise. Noise from outside Expecting, driving, urging, coming Ruptures in Tumultuous transference Reverberating and grating and agitating It fires and wires Shaking and…

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[queengreendown]

Whether or not it matters...there is still the matter of you and me.

There is the larger context of the world, of being alive in it, of searching for one's purpose in it, and of relating to other creatures that one could attempt to talk about in universal or general or scientific terms. And then there's a singular, personal, smaller context (that is still quite large in its own way)--my Being and yours--with its own wealth of power and symbolism--poetry, in other words. On one hand, there's the astronomical absurdity of living, the prevalence of pointlessness that lingers like punctuation. Perhaps, under all the tears and the blood, there is infinite and hollow laughter. But then there is also the bottomless kindness I find in your brown eyes. I cup your face with my hands and dive into two chutes I imagine could only lead to the source of all graciousness. So while we are fatally human, in choice moments lies the illusion that there is more to it. It is the magical fallacy that makes life livable almost.  I often find myself drifting in loop as all planetary things do, but I'm capable of being drawn back by the milky aroma of romance that ascends your skin and coats every thought and breath with sugar and salt and silk--or the soft warmth of humanity itself. We are within the aimlessness between the sun and the earth; and yet, there is still the deliberate thick, red beat of our hearts. And in the time it will take to finally hear the infinite, hollow laughter of the hereafter, well, I'd like to spend it resolutely with you.