Just A Little Poem

 Hands enfolding.  A rose appears.  A tear slips from my eye and I see the sun for the very first time.  I reel in the moment, as a fascination forms.  My gate stumbles a bit, but my heart beats firm.  I digress at times, but do not regress.  Progress is measured for me in time, not space.  I feel inside a burning to complete the identity inside of me.  I reach for a spoon and pull out a knife.  I cut away the thorns that have cut my hand, and I begin to sing a melody of the stars.  In this land it is taboo, but I can love you anyway.  I can find significance in me, and not have any notoriety.  It is not a play.  It is very serious every day.  I walk a minefield that is both a line and a cube at the same time.  This simultaneous reality is not basic, it is complex, and relaxation comes for me with my gentle friend and being who embodies the heart, soul, and body of a cat.  I say all big wild cat today in a genome type of way.  I hear the tick tick tick as people get sick, and I work to make mine well to prevent them from going to, or creating, hell.  This king thing is real, and I feel deeply in body, spirit, mind, and heart.  I have known nothing from the start, and in my ignorance, my words can have innocence and eloquence.  Love is the fifth force, and I am the being that is love.  Gravity is me, and I bring UNION to supreme beings through that force.  Never a divorce.  Always marching onward.  Zones of creation and zones of destruction, but always a renaissance to be inside of me.  Vie