poem as screenplay

Toward an Epilog to War and Pieces (for Roger Mexico)
In progress

(I am)

Neal Cassava:

These authors can claim no more
than a medium
A momentary antenna of my soul
as I in turn
with a single drop of water
created a new universe
and likewise must bare witness to these
failed utopias
to explain all things
all evaporates
and these islands once again
become part of a frozen earthen continent.

Before me
(shot of ocean at least by this time)
the myriad of all dreams
the sweat of our restless stone mother satellite
whirling in this greater womb
twisting its own emptiness
a labor that begets what we call existence.
I am my own remains
the shedder of tears
of a science that cannot escape
the limits of clouds
of my own making
an agent of change
within an encompassing
changeless infinitude
reluctant expression of the non existent
I A hero that returns
only by the agony of its own fiction

Alone
in a world without separation
from those I can no longer find
a clinging eternal fire
to a void with nothing to be consumed
never ending toward a death
of that which was
could not be borne
without coming back to recur
to where
I never could be

the song ends
like every
with silence
if heard
unique
I am the singer that perished
within its every sound
among wish fulfilling gems
the current that runs through us all

Exiled from the wishing well
we tossed coins that could only become one with the sea.

Winter Solstice 006

--
Kraig Grady
North American Embassy of Anaphoria Island <http://anaphoria.com/index.html>
The Wandering Medicine Show
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