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(from an equation my father left behind)

I have offered up my lamentationsout of the dust of Edenand painted them into the night.

I have trodden stars underfootand crushed theminto the wine of singularities.

(so my younger self told me in a dream,reaching forward in the temporalas I now enter the embrace of the worldand age into my slavery)

I'd pay good money to hearwhat yours told you.

Shall we build a fire then, in this desolation,and brand me with the aspect of shadow?How shall we brand you ?

If Pride were ground into powder,I suspect it could then be an anointingupon this corruption;perhaps even an atonement-simple enough, yes?

Enough.

Show me then-come, show me,while there is still some serenity;let us examine your engines of the darkand the nightmare-fuel within.

(are you watching closely?energy equals mattertimes the speed of light squared )

Drift you now to the far shores,sleep, and dream,drift with your own permission-for a song of this magnitude radiantshall fly only to constellations;was meant only for the season of sowing.

Do you not see how alive you are?And do we have an according then, you & I?

For as I see all hands openin these songs of light and dark,and music woven out of silence cleansedin the cloudwalk ascendant,purified in the cosmotic night,washed in the blood of the earth;so do I see you dare to direct your gazeup.

Nowtake my lanternand I'll hold your hymns-

say it's a good trade.( it's a good trade )

Behold then:the field opening verdant in its laughter,bathed in blossomscent ,how even the black dirt and red claysing under the sunin their rushing to meet the mountains;

for winter will come again,and still all will sing,still all will sing.

Come,for the river is deep, and wide;the water clear, and cool.I tell you my grace and yourswas bartered between us in these bending waves of wildwheat.

Have you forgotten?This is an accord, in fact,with the song aureate in all things.

I know you can hear it.

The dark washes off so easily,so easily, my love,so easily.

There was an old father in the desert,a long time ago,( have you heard this one? )who stretched his hands toward heaven,and told his discipleas his fingers turned to dancing fire,

“If you will,you can become all flame.”