Rejection and Dispersion

Rejection and dispersion
choice of sleep oer ecstasy
and so the loving bleeds itself
to elsewhere once again

Oh for the days when
the freedom of play
meant more than anything,
and the many wants of flesh became
a need fulfilled within itself;
unstifled by minds
that cling to the clock
or hours that overwhelm
ones greatest sensitivity.

Oh to be the glory
that was promised then -
so long before the seed
and egg conceived within
the longing of eternity itself.
We met and touched
ourselves awake again.

Why must we now pretend
that elsewhere matters?
When time and space
are spurious illusions at the best
in realms of heart that lie
now so divided by the matters
that a will and mind conceive.

When will spirit garner
love's belief yet once again?
That we might make amends
as future spends the very
energy of its creation on mere themes
of a mechanical reaction.
Theories, themes, hypothesis;
all brought down from a dream.
Together they can mean no more
than matter came to be.

Rejection and dispersion,
choice of sleep oer ecstasy
and so the loving bleeds itself
to elsewhere once again;
just when we thought that heaven
might improve itself to be
reborn within this flesh and blood
and move through all infinity
at last . . .

? Michaelette ?

1/24/2001
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