On the Cosmic Journey of Self Renewal by Curt Alldaythese arms cannot be but what they are
and what they are had no purpose
till i felt all the love inside my body
till i became a flame in the shadows
with my head
bent and begging
for reconciliation
and I am taken up into the lights of the city
and flown through endless catacombs of
lost souls, loved ones, friends departed
endless tunnels of memories
their mystic vapors of infinity
drizzling onto the tip of my tongue
as the pitter patter of tears
sandblast my face
I pass into a void, only to be
shown the reflection of love
shown the meaning of all existence
and with each passing sun
with each passing solar system
these eyes, these hands, this heart is stripped of
its growing vines
uncovering what makes us all human
in a river of handshakes and
sunsets I can only land
with two feet
with eyes transformed into
vigilant vessels of light
pouring into the atmosphere as
an interconnected universe
in transition, transcends itself,
leaving me in school seats, day in and day out,
pushing for the cure, pursuing meaning
that has always been elusive
its cursive building upon my forehead
waiting only for me to uncover
and as this story is written and tabulated
it becomes hardwired here in my imagination,
if only to become more
if only to hold and care
maybe I will find in myself . . .
God's face.
10/28/2005 Posted on 10/28/2005 Copyright © 2024 Curt Allday
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