Garden of Uncertainty
In the edge of the wave, body surfing,
In my bobbing sea of love, after-image dreaming.
To be alive, skirting no death, trusting the ends
Of our shell game, holy ghosting in the machine.
To see you, without your mind gone here, here,
Romancing shadow, in the tower's library of Babeling.
Consenting to the as it is, in the dance of symmetry breaking,
God here now means the name for the living.
Master clock, surprised by the pronouns of your flame,
Counting time with light, my mirror signaling.
Alignment with coincidence, serendipity turning synchronistically,
Stars do their speaking, through the trickle down.
Natural selector, life loving from inside the bubble,
Dead in your eyes, does not make me so.
Be not fooled by your devil's show,
Judgment is designed for respect, given ignorance.
To trust in your expectations aligned,
I let you cross my boundary, by my judgment,
Without invitation, as I fall into your body,
The tragedy of evil, blindness to the love we can't see,
The tragedy of love, the darkness that traps me in the visible.
Take me as I am,
As I see I am,
This I am.