Sunday, January 18, 2009

It builds

into a silent crescendo
at the end of all beginnings,
gathering all the chains
into its ethereal hands,
pushing at the boundary
of straining, protesting possibility
until all has been swept
into its savagely beautiful
singular embrace.
It will abolish every why,
evaporate every how,
and break down the last
barriers between here
and not-here,
now and
not-now,
and I and Not-I.
The final Amen will ring out,
and it will vanish into itself,
waiting for the next
careless fluctuation
to let it roar out of the
Jack-in-the Box
once again.


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