All Over The Tropics

(Long Before I Began My Journey, I Knew My Song)

My memory,


once lost,


is stronger now,


knowing not


what it has already been


and is again.


Life reigns supreme,


among derelicts and cabbies,


begging for that last dollar,


I rise above,


flowing with the life force of (y)our pure;love,


for all to see.


Never bending my will their way,


never again knowing


the loss of conscious devotion.


I am secure.



I stepped into another time


like this


to say


that you


take my breath a way


to the farthest shores


of your innocence,


watching (y)our slow progression of


heavy.powerful.reserved


flights of fancy


towards the moon.


Learning the french horn and string theory


is my way


of trying to realign the planets


for (y)our comfort.



You are regnant in our craft,


sharing our dreams,


light.colour.energy of life.


We absorb our magic.


It turns us into


guardians,


our guardians,


protecting you from


combustion.


It is a insular


form of devotion.



Isolated.Inshured


changing colours


I am our finest worksong.


Each day brings a new


refrain.


Refrain from


denouncing my vision.


I have bled


all over you.


I remain


(y)ours.



Manifestations of purity


join you on


(y)our


journey.


Greatness unfolds


inside the compound.


Treasured stanzas


repeat the mantra.


Careful with that


AX


Eugene,


Screaming


Bloody


Murder.



You are accustomed


to silence,


yet I want to scream


and shout


with you.


to you.


for you.


I am standing


with the soldiers,


reeling in


the lost prophets,


readying them


for silent battle.



Remember,


read about.


or stumble upon.


PROOF


that now has


already happened


in the future.


I hear what you say.


Before you say it.


You've said it before.


long ago.


tomorrow.


can never


be longer


than


today.



Here is


THE


Proof that


NOW


has already happened,


Look how far in advance


that *it* was set


into motion.