by LJ Frank
the “I” envisions
beyond
the Nefresh, Rucah or Neshamah
or shall we say…the breath
of self-disclosure
forthcoming revelatory scenes
imagined
the Great Filter in the Fermi paradox
does human existence
have its limitations
from non-organic matter
still, life might be a Nirvana or Hades regardless
a blink in the eternal darkness
are the eyes of the envious deities blinded
by their own light
a stream filtered with bitter and sweet taste
the glory holistic is an abstract
hung on an expressionistic wall
the stimulant of a minute’s choice
and the mask complexes the froth
latex retains a sensual presence
alas…the number is unavailable and unlisted
but the solstice has it Earthly place
as the planet whirls in the void
which is anything but empty as far we know
and will the Age of Aquarius become
more than astral musings of an aspiration
wearing sandals betraying celebrious toes
with freedom contemplating wealth
or is there something much deeper
for what is this cry within
the body lying in a bed not of one’s own choice
the mind dances in a field of a clear night
looking at the stars…alone and bright
the offering is only visible if we look
for coping is a coordinate in a mechanistic universe
but how does one define the future of the intimate
will it be like a touch-less carriage wash
and acknowledge the vehicle still gets wet
or is the complexity of our sensuous & violent existence
challenged
as the brain works to simplify until it’s no longer able
the voice within urges the soul to be still
the existential nods its head
the actual begins to question itself
does the allegorical have a child
as intimacy is redefined.