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Wednesday, April 12, 2023

Night Sky Prayer

And I have seen a night sky
to fail all words following,
stars salting that black sea
a number not yet counted to
sounds echo from the Infinite
wild things answer from the dark
takes a certain kind of
stupid courage to lie there quietly
giving over your life to the
beauty of the Unknown
connected to the rock spinning
at your back
a footnote in its story

abominable twisting maw above
our midnight ornaments adorning a
cloudless stratosphere
pregnant skyscape crushing me into
the mountain the fucking dirt and rock
my blood borne by invisible cord falls
into it all -
stones and magma
and a wet hot center 
voyeur of Heaven's endless eyes
handful of ancestral diamonds with
every scoop I breathe in

a royal proclamation trumpets from
the shadow pine vibrating along my bones
like the needle of a record player
such sound
a shrill note
I beg the goddess of cold midnight to
speak the verse again
but I can never capture its poetry

I have seen the night sky
like absolute mystery
like who the fuck am I even
like raw fear
like a thief
like we are all mere moments from madness

my secret wish has always been to soar
untethered from gravity's netting
in current of cumulous enclosure
looking into those stars it became
clear why...
for that clearing and for that night
that obvious place below the expanse
my life forfeit to the dark because
nothing else exists
except love
     and beauty, which it is
     and happiness, which it is
please Earth Mother let my shoulder blades
lift from this perfect plane
my legs, my hands
my body away
from rock's stubborn clinch
so that I might float willy-nilly into her divine enchantresses
the night sky.

TA

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