Remember, there’s a time lag of half a second from when you perceive something to when you become conscious of it…There is no choice but to live in constant catch up.

Remember

remember the Poet,

loosed lipped and easy at the hip

her taste buds are still forming

her mind still wondering if the goose bump will drench your skin

the skin you love.

Her give

your

tug.

Remember the timing of what was right

right before the fight came storming.

the stars missing the gaze of

your eyes watching out as they passed her by.

Remember the HEY that the horse ate

and the tan lines of laugh lines

now torn tears from good bye.

hold tight and ache why, ask why, be why

Remember why not…

Remember the wander of the wonder

how words came about from ink of swivel

now the flick of the tip just the tip tip tip

of hand

that caries meanings she herself

would never dare to dream of knowing she dreamed of.

Remember that day when the sun lifted the spirit

and your dress while you danced.

the poet birthing

herself

and dancing

to the gods created before the gods,

created after, and the ones no longer needed…

2 thoughts on “Remember, there’s a time lag of half a second from when you perceive something to when you become conscious of it…There is no choice but to live in constant catch up.

  1. oh how I missed your heart words.

    “that caries meanings she herself

    would never dare to dream of knowing she dreamed of”

    this is why I know you.

    During my first PTSD episode (the one were I thought I killed those men and wrote you; the first one..ha!) I left a message for a sangha sister that was very embarrassing after the fact. SO when I saw her at the last winter dathun I naturally ad to sit with her and talk about it. Her thoughts were that it was not inappropriate in the sense that we (myself, her and a few others) were all gathered in past lives doing the same work, living the same purpose. So it wasn’t an infatuation that I was expressing but rather simply “remembering” our intimacy form the past. And in that moment, I knew it was true. And I’m not one for lofty ideas…but I felt it somatically. And this is what I mean by ” tis is why I know you.” I’ve always felt like we were torn from the same skin; like Annie and the Shaws (Jhyp and Djinn). Good to feel you again friend

  2. Remember the wander of the wonder

    how words came about from ink of swivel

    now the flick of the tip just the tip tip tip

    of hand

    that caries meanings she herself

    would never dare to dream of knowing she dreamed of.”

    I feel like I’ve never read this before( bad memory ) I can’t remember the password/sig in to my other wordpress so tis is where I’m at again, I guess 🙂 ha! I really hope you are doing well. And, of course, I miss you.

    The above passage I quoted is fucking AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You are a crazy beautiful poet

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