traveling at 90 hands free and no fear
preverbs for José Reissig on his birthday
A poem never asks why it says what it says.
Some live accordingly.
Our reasons for being are unsustainable.
The poem throws itself at the feet of being in the only kind of faith that matters.
Eternal truths with their sugarcoating have no place here now.
We are empty in mind to leave plenty of room for being.
We let the mirrors break to take us further into unknown space.
It seems we’ve been seeming forever.
Yet everything is sudden.
When I look into your eyes I’m happy for the shock of being.
Barrytown, June 19, 2016