function of memory—
Things appear in order
but only because a
mind accesses the pieces
(fragments) in a certain
Way.
Time is permanent—?
that moment last Tuesday
when we went for coffee
and you told me how
you wished we were just
slivers of Greater(ness)
breaking through the plane
into the 3 dimensions we
know and being actively
part of the creation as its
being created watching the
meaning steam out of the
pressure cooker of your
strung-out mind.
But the touching—
how can we
get from the fingertips
dipped into the paraffin wax
of the 3 dimensions to the
Body that’s bigger (11
dimensions, so to speak.
Because that’s what “makes
the equations work”):
Fingers to shoulder and around
inside and up through veins
—show me into
your body my body out of body together.
Break me til I bleed out light
and stretch so hard I tear.
Know me outside too.
Show me the place
where 2 people come
together outside time.
And love me there:
Touch here is more intimate when
It’s in a place that’s unknown
It’s in a place that’s unknown
and fragile.
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