yet another summer in the World--
how many more in my life
how many more in the world
in full light of longest day
we stroke our chins
and pick wedgies out of our brains
adjusting to the total disclosures
on our faces in the instant we make them--
so that in the briefest night
we turn over in sweat reimagining
the reactions to our exposures--
the vanity that is our consciousness--
sorry or justified or (dare I say) illuminated--
how many more summers of renewals
before we forget ourselves in the lush blooming
how many more before we awaken just as
this high eternal instant also passes--
*
completion is all inclusive--
just do what you do
and you'll always be
done--
*
evidence
we leave evidence
with every move
willed or not
might as well
identify yourself
by announcing
you've eaten
a can of corn--
wear a sandwichboard
proclaiming
the diner's name--
*
every act every achievement
preserved forever
on the permanent record--
well could Blake proclaim--
just think on the thing
and it is done--
it is and it is--
*
so many dreams
seeping out through cracks
in the will--
do not reign them--
follow them on flight
with your chosen medium
Thought Act and Will
capturing for this plane
the planeless vision--
*
i keep talking
waiting for the One
to answer
and the One
does answer
but in silence
so that i
cannot hear
as i am not meant to
with ear alone
and i forget this
at my chagrin
my Spirit cringing
having heard--
*
if we do not see each other
again in this life
know I enjoyed the company
and you'll always be welcome
wherever I am
if nothing else
Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
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