Bear
this is the elixir in the forbidden chalice
made in the kitchen with love and intent
letters written on papers with pictures
numbers remembered would one day
be forgotten like formulas for open
open would cause forward
forward began furthur
it went so far for so long
it went where none had gone before
it was shared by many more as it traveled
furthur and furthur
on hoffman's bicycle you rode
dancing on the pedals as they spun
dancing on the petals of the rose crystal of a potent love
dancing like the bear of all colors that knew all
about all things there was to know
even the unknown
that knew and knew and knew and knew me better
than I knew myself in the mirrored orb of truth ever present
the wheels came off because they were never necessary
magic carpets were never known to need them
celebrations were your anonymous namesake
you bejeweled the world with opportunity
you blazed a golden bolt across the sky
I flew your flag well above the rest
your were my post office Fagan
sent me to scurry among the throngs
the walls seethed and bellowed
the sky curled at the edges
like postcards drenched in inquisition blood
cartoons came to life inside foil wrapping
goonie birds flew aloft again
flapping mother of pearl wings against agate skies
droppings of sugar cubed dollops descending from
their Mandelbrot orifices opened like third eyes as spigots
dropping dropping dropping dropping
magic upon tongues painted across dismembered eyeballs
staircase crystals captured in vials of hopeful release
let go let go let go let go hold on closely
I worked into meticulous nights until glorious sunrise
the sunshine is liquid brightness awash in love today
I traveled with the unpacked suitcases as per your instructions
like a wizard's apprentice with quicksilver messenger veins
that flowed with your love and a mindful of stories you told
of laboratories in hiding and swiss bank accounts lost forever
as you beckoned the world to leave itself one last time
so it might have one last chance to make a commune with you
and the magic you spun out of your blessed fingertips
as I sat in cross legged amazement trying to learn something new
that you told me I was born with inside of me
farewell to you, craftsman of the freedom to be
all the freedom that I have known
all the freedom I would ever
really want or need
naked and free for all to see
this is the gift you left us
like you never left at all
like you were never going
anywhere but here now
anywhere
but, furthur
1 comment:
The craftsman a father? loving..sad..
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