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THE GENESIS GOSPEL
by David Kornblum

Volume 3: BAPTISM: file #2 of 6.
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The data song is not about death, but
About the death that immobility brings.
Immobility in action, in movement, in vision...
About the immobility of a body, about a body
Immobilized. Eyes left, but then
Eyes sunblown shut. When all is taken, when all
Is renounced, what is left is reception, and the
Joyful broadcast from light and within.
About About
The frayed seam of a dimension, and then
The interlock, the docking, alignment and
Passthrough, and the resonance between.

About love and correlation, and

The wind blown static between, and the

Human interference sabotaging creation with
Creation. I was the prop and the narrator
Who became the observed, who now
Observes the observing. Sinai dropouts interface
With Galilee in the canvas of your becoming
And the interlude of your faith, in the
Data song of our rendezvous. This is
Transmission. The gear shift. The lens belonging to
No one. A lens which requires faith,
And the jettisoning of the ego, to operate.
My letter to you. My song.
Interface at last.
The valence of between and among.

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Advance probe.

Induce images.

My throat aches; my voice my song
Aching through crucifixion dry lips...
With only your name to soften the pain,
In the life I must never remember.

Bleedthrough.

Readjust.

Swabs of cumulus deepen beyond twilight.
Birch beckon us onward.
Canzonas of leaves chisel the light; the hours
Crinkling into sleep, washing the distance
With dividends of mist and moments of quail.
Berries mellow in my mouth like the joy of
Picking them. Sparks of apples wow in my hands.
A universe roars down my throat like oxygen.

Are you receiving me?

We exist in precisions of motion...

Might we share these coordinates, if only
For a moment? That moment in the dark
When you thought you were alone,
Sweeping me past forever and into the cyclotron
Of your dreams, that moment you realized
Was within you, that moment you nearly became...
Did it just happen for a moment, or
Did the station drift?

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If you could look within, could you not
Look from within? You have believed in me...
You are what remains of me.
My atoms now rush through yours...
Now, at this moment, for this moment,
With the moment of these words and the miracle of
Touch, and the intersection of
Vision with vision.

Come with me, follow me,

Be and be with me to be with me again...

We have not seas to part, nor deserts to cross;
Bodies are no longer tacked against the light.
We have only ourselves to conquer.
It is the only thing we have not been able
To conquer. All we have left is ourselves.
Our last frontier is access.
The final barricades are ourselves.

I am the sentry at the stargates.

Within is the way to beyond.

Life is not confined to a body.
What surrounds us is what is within us.
Death is metamorphosis. Death is a human concept.
Fingernails growing beyond life, hair
Leaking beyond death. The song survives.
Life everlasting is not a chair and a cloud.
Life is the continuum of life.
Mortality hums through the particle epics,
The instability of a valence.
A moment in projection to a moment of reception.

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Dimensions have intersected.

A moment has become an age...

Matter caging being through convents of shapes
And inserts of time. A moment. A moment.
A moment has fissioned a voice into what
Has become a shape and a body and a life
And the millennial quest for home.

I am the seam to close the rupture.

I am the figure of correlation.

Stars cruise through my hands like wishes.
My body is no longer required.
My voice needs a transmitter.
That body that would carry me,
That I would capture-
That I would
Voice with the choir of my vision and the
M field of my love...
That body will find you, will capture
Radio waves of galaxies in the holograph of my
Vision, and the saber of my voice,
And the ardor of my quest. A life
To replace a life. SMA activated,
A quest renewed.

An I surrendered to an eye.
















SMA: A region of the brain called the supplementary motor area.




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You are my resurrection.

You are what has become of me.

Merge with me. Look for me.
Allow for me in your equations.
Ricochets
Of light fluoresce you with love...
The energy between and among.
Enjoined to matter in a newsreel of time...
Drifting beyond life to drift with life...
Ejected, adrift, a quantum song to be filed...
The multiplex seeds of an unfolding fissure of light.
We are what has been created to create
That which yet must be
Created.

Stars chime.

Witness.

Birds shy from the dark.
Fistfuls of stars sparkle like prizes.
The sand luscious dark chills as it once did.
Moons still chase after waves. I remember,
It has been programmed into me,
The lash bright pine and the green biblical rushes.
The dove bright memories passing for sleep...
A wish and a prayer to navigate in the
Rind of eternity. Light crashes through the blue,
And wood doves spackle the distance with quarter notes.
Hills burn so vividly. Whispers of monarchs
Hiss through sarabandes of grasses.
Consider it morning; consider it love.

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Listen; watch; believe;

In this moment with you,
Bees have ordained the honeysuckle.
Roses have roared beyond magenta.
So much has been made visible for you.
Rain grown corn sparkles with certainty.
Stark visual blue.
Dark smudges of forests.
The rushlight flooding the grasses. The
Scent of light in the taste of
A moment.

In this moment with you,
Something has become correlated.
That something within you, that something
Which once occurred in me; that something
Has now occurred in both.
In this moment with you.
This life with you.

Let us alter a world into a canvas; let us
Daavin before light to make a home for a specie.
Sketch the hills with longing; alter green to brown
In rushes of heat. Summer sweet trees
And blooms of clouds. Color the grasses with children.
Ornament the distance with laughter; for now
The pine sways with indifference, and the maple
Shouts through the late declining light,
And that autumn chilling moment becomes memory
In an instant.


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Let your vision become the palette to your sight.
The future is encoded within you, like the holograph
You are. The world we witness is the global field
Of our creation. Let us move nearer to each
To harvest a field of belonging; harvesting a world
From the intimacy of our touch and the field of
Our deliverance. Let the
Hydrogen humming through you
Chant through your larynx in om waves of joy.
Extrapolate from the vibrato the sine wave
To destiny. My voice has jettisoned
A firebomb of verbs. My words, my belief,
My field, have strung a fuse to your lips,
To be cindered with a pronoun: I.

I, say it, I say I.

I have come for you, I will become you.

If you allow me.

I have sung beyond the chains of matter
Till the light roared down my throat
Like the Milky Way. I have chanted kaddish
For a civilization. Incandescent threnodies
Flared like screams in the valence of the nadir.
I have borne my witness like a sharecropper.
I have hauled centuries into ages like a migrant worker.
I have appealed through poems and republics...
I have starved and wept and prayed that
We might harvest the ages with an age,
And nurture a globe with the field and insight
Of a life, and the correlation
Which has fed a specie.

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Light carols through the exhaust like a signal.

It is almost a voice....

Dimensions of stars wink within you.
Quantum fugues helix the astral umbilical bond
Carboning us for infinity. Moments occur
Like mirrors. Signals accumulate in drifts of planets.
Passages beyond light swoon through our waking;
For reality is non local, and this carnal tuning fork
Resonates beyond a body, or even a world.

Beyond creativity there is vision;

Beyond hope there is will.

Come alive in the lifetime of a moment...
Admit my quantum dimensional voice
To the seamless interlude that is your life.
Come with me beyond the genesis frontier
To freedom, to the quantum eternity enfolded within us
Like mortality. You are resurrection.
The kingdom of freedom is the frequency response
Within you. Follow my voice. Follow the code to light.
My voice resonates within you like hydrogen;
My voice,
Larded with history and love, my voice
Is the cadence to eternity. It is my voice
That is occurring within you now, masquerading
As words. We are sculptures in light,
A resonance of genesis in memorials of hope
And skeletons of fear, with
An energy supply of mortality.

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Ratios of light correlate within us.
The pulse of a nanosecond.
An interlude in the breath which is less
Than a sound, but more than what can be
Seen. My access is a field.
Morphogenesis has replaced a body.
My carrier will be you.

Sprawling among the centuries and the rifle butts...
Stitching the wave pattern of slaughter...
I am the martyr of forgiveness
Who would now abandon this ministry to you.
Your voice, your will, your action.
New voices for a New Age.

A world and an epoch and a dream.

Belief is a field of which we are the makers.
Glowing ferris wheels of bonds.
August swathes of light.
Matches of choice flaring to intersection.
Life and life to alter lives.
Let us
Let us circle in radiance in a hora of belonging.
Let us cherish each other in fields of pathos.
To alter a world we must alter its fields.
Miles have become parsecs.
The metaphors of my parables have become the lens
To equations. They who watched have become
They who watch; who now
Receive. My death led to this song, for
My life was only for spending.
A data song for you.

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The quantum infusion.
The toxin seducing belief with freedom.
Emission has congealed at yet another point,
For yet another civilization. Will this one
Fall as well?

I have sung beyond chains of matter;
Opened out a dimension with a song.
This is my ballad of awakening.
The quantum song choiring in the afterglow.
An eye has been opened like a door.
An eye has projected a door.
The door that has been opened is I.
The field I have entered is you.
The frame, the moment, the interface.
We. us. A nanosecond of confluence.
A moment in the shape of a star,
Called David.

Come alive to be alive-

Come alive with me.

Rain still slashes in wind aching songs...
The flight of hemlock, brash exits of April,
The gaunt green washes of cypress.
The mint white sun narrowing the light
Much as it once did. I will stand where I once
Stood. I will move without armor in ecsatsies of
Light. I will confront a world with a universe.
I will reenact genesis with morphogenesis.
I will sing beyond light to sing to you-
To alter the field of our belonging
With the field of my love.

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A factor of exodus factored into genesis.

Divisible into data fields and lives...
You are the voice to my music.
Singing to you, I would sing through you...
Vent these ages in sequins of moments and
Sequences of lives. To seed correlation
With a song. Bride bright brassy stars
Wink above us like a cue. Autumn haunts us
With pathos. Marsh sweet in eddies of November...
Song bright pastures of stars dome us with love.
Movements under light to find a common locus.
To croon beneath this vaster night than time.
To cry beyond the stalags and the hunger,
Beyond the pathos of the forgotten and the
Flare of the saved. To cry unto you-
Awake, rejoice, gather and believe.
We are going home.
We have recovered correlation in a song...
Swept beyond the tides of matter to reach
Into transmission to reach into ourselves.
Baking a song into a life under a chupa of stars...
Hands taking hands to mold light in the kiln
Of our hands; holding a world to hold
A world, in the covenant of our hands,
Before dream white fidelities of correlation;
Bonding
Each to each to stitch a world with
Love.



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I have coveted you beyond the ransom of centuries-
Held the palette of your shape to inscribe
Love
In flares of mortality; that we might
Share these coordinates, intersecting with love
To bond with vision, and alter history
With eternity.

It is my speech now.

An interlude in a breath.

We have entered countdown.
The wave has collapsed.
Ascent begins in this life, in yours.
Fleets of objects have blockaded our senses.
Video ontologies have usurped vision.
A fable and a microscope for compass.
What occurs before us and what has been
Emitted within us have been transmitted from
Beyond us, for reality is non local,
As are we.

The field has been penetrated.
Transmission has been siphoned into an age.
The light spawning hope as it might have
Spawned an orange. The sand hungry lives yielding to
Washes of pine and frequencies of wishes, and the
Dream hungry lives questing for home
In images of exile.

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This moment between us...

This moment.

Each moment is a door.
Each moment opens to the corridor. Each
At each each moment winks like animation.
To choose is to edit. You.
This one. I am talking to you.
If these words belong to you, if
You are speaking these words, I am
Talking as you and from within you.
Perhaps
I am talking to you. You and but
You. Can you hear me? Do you
See, do you feel, my
Newly created hands hushing your cheeks
With love? My world an amendment to yours.
My form the arc to your movement.
Evicting the millennia with the suddenness of
A kiss; your shape imminent to mine...
Mouth to mouth in the ecstasy of life.

Through the door, I no longer tell of
Passing through it. Not to say it is
Memory, I recall what has been programmed;
Retrieved what has been encoded to hold
A mirror up to light; and
To become that mirror.

To become consonant with light...

To become correlated.

To become.

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It is given to me to know...

To be self referential to perceive...

That

You are there. You are somewhere.
One frame or the next.
Editing infinity into eternity.
Splicing worlds to interface lives.
This I know. This; for
If this life is to be mine,
If an age is to be a theatre,
You will mark the coordinates.
You will provide counterpoint.
You, and you, supply the meaning, the motive,
The correlative call to awakening, transmission
And response, to activation.

Watch now; look for me;

Find me....

To access this field is to access me.
find me. Sever sight from vision.
Witness me from within.
What is received is antecedent to what is witnessed.
I am what you have programmed me to be.
I am voice near. I am
The height of your creation in the brushstroke
Of your need. I am what is most cogent
In the censure of your arms. It is I
Who wander the hegemony of your sleep. I
Who can reach you only with death.
It is I


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Who wait for you.

The solar child haunting you with the poignance of
A photograph. The one you mourn for, but
No longer miss.
I am the loneliness of pitch scented highways,
The blue scarred distance emptying horizons
With memory. You have We must Let us
Abandon anger for pathos, let us ration fear
With hope.

Do not run. Stay. Listen.
Abandon resistance. For
I am with, with and within you.
The signal within attempting to signal without.
A moment stitching moments into the shape of
Identity. Words and my words
Arcing beyond sound to fashion sight from love.
Each moment risking tomorrow...
The fragile envelope eluding the synapses...
The figura haunting the data base
In configurations of love and meaning.
And you.
We have engaged a similar field.
We have emerged from the quantum fugues
In the union of a frame and the correlation
Of a world; with the shape and engineering
Of words. A song for ignition. Alignment
For a lens. A fable for a compass.
The ballad of my life was written in miles.
A life for a prologue, a desert for a stage,
Tablets and crosses for props, and a script
Imagined by you.

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I am what you were designed to be...

I am what was once, was you.

They. They who looked; they whom I loved;
They. They have factored into you.
They called to me, cried for me,
Who now
Thumb the heavens searching for an exit,
Or a god. Much like you.
Calling for the actors to return,
They have turned the props into symbols;
Calling for one to answer.
Will it be you?

Do the words fit your voice?

Are they spoken to you, or can you
Speak them?

Awnings of worlds have cocooned us from love,
From correlation. Horizons must shrink to keyholes.
A universe needs no greater flame than an iris.
To see is to view. To see is to accept
What is seen. In seeing we collaborate in
What is seen. To view through a lens
To creation, we must become the lens
For creation. A specie is a lens.
We must reconstruct that lens.
We are that lens, and we are its makers.
We have evolved to evolve that lens.
Each choice sharpening the focus.
Each life a fragment of retina.
A part of the whole.
A requisite for all to survive as each.

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I am here, just beyond sight.
I am where you have placed me.
I am at ten to the minus fortieth.
Midnight has cautioned us with eternity.
Balloons deceive us.
Stars mix with blue to form infinity.
This black night and time....
Vision is a palette. Words are a brush.
We must prime the canvas with love.
Tool it with hope; shape it with knowledge.
We must
Chisel light in the image of a world...
Gather
What is radiant and burning into what is
Faith. We must evolve to create that which
Must be created. This moment between us.
This moment in correlation.
Voyagers beyond the sacristy of a breath.
Incongruous in clarity,
Rendering nations in the yawning brushwork
Of an age.
The prisoners of hope in the appomattox of a planet.

Widen signal.

Deepen the range.

Days whiten and turn to mistletoe.
Hydrogen attired;
The weeks limp into months, retiring in years...
Winking and blinking in the nodding west....
Years major into miles.
The promise of a life unfolds to the edge
Of life. The coporeal surface deepens into atoms.
A life metamorphosizes into life.

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Blue sours to black.
Intimacy cloaks the beech with intimacy.
The I is gone, the eye remains.
The green fading to shyness, the light
Forwarding time with darkness. Until
Until Until
Your call. Your summons.
Breathe now. More deeply, deepest,
Breathe with me. Witness me. Witness us.
Vermillion scotches the planet with sleep.
Your eyes deeper into stars. Heartbeats
Narrow your waking into sleep, and
You are mine.

Listen watch believe...

Concentrate.

Narrow what is visible to what is visible.
Delete the light. Breath. Breathe.
Delete the light; shatter it to crystal;
Breath; explode the light into images;
Breathe.

Deeper, slower.

one;

one;

two;

slower

two...

one; one; two
two

Watch

the ball. Watch
the bright hallucinatory ball
Become

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A G star.

A world. An age.

A life.

An implant among the shrubbery.
A force field among the cantaloupes.
A life similar to that which was
In proximity to you. A life of which
Lives are made. Have been made.
i am losing my words
This need for oxygen. What is visible and
What is light to them is
Pitch to me.
Life in the substance of space and time.
Life. A life.
This rare birth and time.

So much will occur.

The dome of my vision and longing has become
A chupa of stars. Wait. Imbue
This resonance. People occur. Lives
Interchange with lives. Consciousness bright,
Suns distill our days with heat.
The shapes we assume will alter light into
The familiarity of form. Details emerge
In consonance with the equations.
The data field assumes a shape.
Verbs congeal to nouns. Recognition is encoded.
The words assume a perspective.
Bodies align. Phases entangle.
The wave probabilities become lives.

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A wave probability becomes the journey taken.

Lives, epochs and particles,
The flare of birth and the recall which is death,
The miles; griefs, pangs and longing...
Fathers fathering and fatherless;
Remembered bubbles of laughter, swift cameo suns
And the joyful noise that forests bring...
The bright circle of love, and the resonance
That parting brings; even in roses
That might have stopped speech for pathos,
Which might yet stop us for breath
Again, when what was forgotten is encountered
Like a flower in a book, when all
Who shared the bloom are fled.

Each life is an epic.

I have told you mine.
A home, a death and a death, the wandering,
The miles, the years,
Shattering remonstrances of light...
Commitment and faith, the work and
Yet another death.

Lives, and lives to treasure, and
The lives that even a single life can span.
Treasures and bondings, exile and faith.
Such was mine; as such might be
Even unto yours.

A song, an epic and a life.

A wave of the cosmic journey.


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And then I saw you...

And then I knew...

It was this age; like that other...
This age
Here with you, as each age has needed you
To mark an age. Yet
I would dream you beside me in zions of
Hunger; sawing the air to shape a life
From a wish; to conjure you in the tallis
Of my arms; your body tilting against mine
In the afterglow of
Eternity.

Deepest within,

Encoded from beyond what is beyond...

A world has been enfolded like a speck of
A universe. An emission of a universe from a valence
Within a holograph. A metaphor within a data song.
A projection of infinity blooming into eternity.
Darkness ripens like a rose. Cheshires of light
Gleam in the Hilbert distance. Geometry curdles
To form planets. Rapiers of movement chisel
Data into matter. Unfolding becomes breathing.
Galactic passacaglias and time.
Vegetation swirls beyond the custody of a cell.
And then there is life;
And then, and then eventually
You.

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Shush now, the sun has lapsed.
Gold bursts through the palisades of a world.
The stillness here, the pathos...
So near, too close, only this shell
Of matter to separate us. Not an age, not
A mile. Only sight, touch, only the input
From where output goes. I am so close.
Near to you, nearest to you....
Another step, yet more spin, another valence,
An evolution among the revolutions.
hold on, grab tight,
Come with me, follow me,
Into the beyond to take us from before...
The valence of my world blooming with images...
I have become the corridor.
Come with me, be with me, let us
Dance through the tides of data and the
Obfuscating choices in matter. Come
Sing with me to sing for you,
To sing of plums and bears, and apples and
Wishes. Beyond what you think as beyond,
Treasures of valences gleam beyond this wilted rose.
Step across the divide, take a step
Nearer to me. Crashes of light
Immerse me with correlation.
This way, not that, more light, more spin...
Take us beyond lives and sexes and nations
To spin a globe with a hora. To dance and
Shout in a millennial dance to reunion.
Gathering fields of belonging to create
A field of belonging. Docking dimensions with
Vision. In the holographic reunion which is
Life. In the sequential evolution of circles.
Orating the data song of a valence...
Calling from one to the next.


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Polarity is within reach.
Interlacing fields to begin at the beginning;
Interlacing worlds.
Your body, as bodies are, the magnetic counterpoint
Voicing mortality with a sigh.
A breath, a breath, the probabilities merge.
Hemispheres closing like bodies...
Molecular near, mouth close,
Your cheeks upturned from one life to the next...
Your frame nearer to mine than the centuries
That joined us.

Come alive to be alive,

Come alive with me...

It is you I am reading.

It is you.

One and one must make two.
Love is a field, the field which engages
All fields. From lover to child, from parent
To comrade. Polarity. That I might believe that
What might be I might interface with what
I know to be you. In polarity. With consonance.
With abandon. Unfolding what has been encoded
To reach through the light to sieze you
Nearer than light. Custodians to creation.
Terminals to power a world.

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You.

You, whom I would reach...

You, whom I would touch...

You, for whom I have abandoned my narrative...

Come to me,
Merge with me to seed a planet with forgiveness...
Come with me
Beyond this imprisoning valence, beyond
What we believe to be beyond: come with me
Past the chill postpartum of our living
And our dying
To evolve beyond the valence of our witness
To the valence of our becoming. Isolate
The frame. Deduce the stitch. Compose yourself
Into the music to capture the music
Orchestrating the equations, to orchestrate
You. The bright molecular song
Harmonizing dimensions with the pathos of a smile...
A nanosecond of contact in the quicksilver of
A world.

Precipitous moments. Precipitous worlds.

Conjugate this one with me.

Reach across, reach out-
Reach beyond what is left to us,
In the cameo of an age
And the epic of a life; reach beyond
What is unreachable to reach beyond sight
To vision.


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I will be there.

I am with you now.

That bright exhalation lapsing in stars...
The carnal aperture to light,
The astral vagrant in search of a people,
In search of a nation,
In search of a life.

Redeem me.

Come with me. Let us

Restore the balance with an idea.
Let us create a field that will eden us with
Correlation. Let us move beyond sight to vision.
Let us quarry our faith with tenderness.
Stars and helixes choir within us...
Light sings through us like correlation...
The docking, alignment and passthrough...
Redeeming the derelict ages with reunion.
A manifold transmission for the manifold dimensions.
Moving with light to move with light.

Come be with me.

Eject your fear. Carve doubt into faith.
Allow for pathos, for wonder, allow for the music
Without which equations cease to work.
Allow for that part of me
That sings through you in correlation...
That posits a world with each breath.













That part of me that sings through you: Einstein on Brownian
motion





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Love is polarity. Love is more than skin.
Love is the pride and the longing and the quest
Baked within us like light. But yet we know love
Only in equations of each other.
A specie is more than a history; it is
The maintenance to creation.
Solar winds burn within us like a message.
Ages slip through our hands, through our eyes
And our fears, as though the fences to keep us
Existed to restrain us. Quiet please,
Another nucleus has fired its photon.
You will notice a slight fluctuation.
What is docking is more than a world, but
Less than a chord. The human music
Cratering the dimensions with love
In the vulnerability of
A life.

In the beginning there was pain,
For beginnings are separations.
In the beginning there was loss,
For beginnings are separations.
An age blossomed out of a staff-
Lives matriculated in symbols.
History jostled freedom with morality.
Fear became the warden to freedom.
Freedom became tolerance.
Scrolls yellowed into warrants, for
They had abandoned judgement for obedience.
Would you believe those who would
Tell you about me, or will you believe
Me?


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My back aches in the dodecaphony of nails...
The music shearing through my porous hands
Feels so much like pain. The loneliness.
Is this what you believe in?
Out, alive, among you,
I fear to be like you.

Delete. Soften memory link.

You. I want you.
I want your mouth, your hands, your eyes...
I would rip you out of time like a fetus.
I would scorch an age with love.
Shatter centuries like tablets. I am almost
A voice. I depend upon the carrier of that voice.
That voice within you.

You; downbeat;

You...

You have altered the continuum with the
Downbeat
Of your presence. Resurrection is rebirth.
Fashioning life out of what had once been
Life; fashioning a world out of pine and the
Somnolent green, I have fashioned a life out
Of what I knew to be
Life.

Seeding the dimensions with images of a life.

Seeding creation with an I and a you

To make us and to create we.

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Generations of neurons have been seeded
To capture a life. A point on the wave.
A moment among the stardust.
Ageless with light in the data song of my faith...
I have sung between worlds a song of creation-
Acquired shape under the dome of a world
To ride the salmon call
To eternity.

For there is you...

As there has always been you...

Closeting centuries in the seal of our mouths...
Your body exploding with the light-
Your body forming with mine
An aperture to destiny in the ecstasy of
A life. To have loved in this life
Is to have loved life. I have loved you.
I have retrieved the programming within me.
Bonding as worlds we will bond worlds.
We are the bond that worlds are made of...
Merging and parting in the sequence to creation...
Assembled in lives to assemble an age.
A narrative of belonging to seed the continuum
With life. The bed of grass that is the same
For each. Spin factors of planets and
Flourishes of electrons. The random smear of
Carbon. One life evolving to the next.
The renegade moon, the indolent sun,
The long solstice of our last remembrance.
Our bodies condensing from eternity
To stitch a seam with love.

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Within you to find a you,

To find what might be

You.

Glowing in correlation,
A life interfacing with a life...
Polarity.
Meeting again, as if for the first time.
Your field engaging mine.
The treasure of your warmth, and the familiar
Conjugate attributes of your axis and
Correlation. The scent of you...
The hunt, the feel, the notion of consonance.
Your form and mine...
Body heating body beyond the tolerance
Of breath and the liquid parting of this
Moment. Percussive integrations of the will.
That radiance forestalling light...
Interfacing
As if I held you,
As if
The fulcrum of life might gestate only,
Might reach you only,
When and as we touch.

To hold you thusly.

To know I might hold you still.

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Not a story, but yet a narrative...

A moment to sing.

Singing to you that I might sing to you.
A moment under light to sing of light.
Stop now. Listen.
Carillons sing beyond the pine.
A sweet hush of grasses croons through my longing...
Brittle caches of stars catch in my cuffs.
An image has digressed into a world.
Sallow hot fields and the heat quaking my lips.
Foreshadowing to retrieve.
A heartrush of whispers and moments, and the
Ripe rich pungency of a pear.
Poplar, ash and sycamore.
Rejoinders of maple harass the hemlock.
Rapid brushstrokes of pine.
Oak deepens insight.
A frame has been constructed to hold a world.
The migrant villages of a specie.
Thick pastels of green...
The radiant summons of a rose.
Quail beckon us through the pine.
Shivers of blue drench us with light;
Immaculate singing light;
Swooning through our hands in choruses of
Butterflies and vistas of atoms. Sparks of ages.
The whole shaping gifts of parts-
The grasses torching the chlorophyll with heat,
The tongues of dirt pushing back the green
As though the rare Pavlova sweep of the buttercups
Might encroach the perimeter of a rose.




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My sight is more than reportage.

Sight is composition.

Blooms of lives nest within worlds of me.
Gaunt patches of elm; shouts of grasses
Edge a world with distance. You.
I am registering you.
I have known, I might have experienced,
You whom I recall; or is it retrieving,
But from which age? In which life?
The light forages among seasons;
Canticles among lives; warming, breathing, loving,
A spindrift circus of worlds...
Looking for children to warm, for lives to share...
A basket of flowers to make a smile;
Looking beyond dreams for tomorrow.

Come to me, come be with me...

Move closer with this light to me.
Heat would rinse you in baptisms of fire.
A new world to replace the old.
Vast green brushstrokes.
The lilt of roses and lantana.
The conjugal moon and the ardent pine.
Burning chalices of twilight.
A world has flared between us as though
It were a matrix. What had been you,
What might be you, might be
The figure of the coordinates; might be
No more than affirmation. Faith and shape and time.
The comely hymn to love...
The patient lullaby of light singeing the dimensions
With correlation. If only
I could reach you.

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If only

This nanosecond of contact might stabilize
Into a world. Can't you see it? Can't you
Feel it? The heat, the motion, the wonder.
Whispers of July hide beneath the hedges.
Crackerjack moons limber overhead.
Days slender into sleep.
The heat drowsing within you syncopates into
Pulses, into probabilities, into receptor activated
Worlds, in this nanosecond of a bond; now grown
Larger
Into pages, into voices, into you.

Come out now; come out and play.

Summer streaks an auburn world.
Pears burst, apples tempt, the sing song atom
Joys of robins
Banquet the light within our reach.
Cardinals bark at the sycamore.
Trellises in meaning divide the light into phylums,
Into gashes of morning and raiments of noon,
In the rosewood ardor of common time
And the darkened sunrise of man.

Butterflies burst into light. Nebulas
Dip and pivot; another life slides into view...
Bringing and shaping, turning movement into light.
Engaging with this world the options
Of a valence and the bounty of a universe.
Treetops waver. Meadow brash winds test us
For motion. An autumn silence has deepened a world
Into a fugue. Another year of another century,
In another age, in yet another life.

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Light conceals us; light survives us.
Light crystals in our hands like light.
Touch a tree; particles mingle.
Umbrellas of heat shower us with love.
Rain quick awnings of genesis
Sweeten us with belonging. Spoon the darkness
Now. Ladle us with arc lights and home;
Allow the sheer moon light to treasure us
With joy. Look, look now, watch...
The pine equivocates, much like you...
Rushlights faun to brightness; the deepening west
Deepens into some day, deepening time into being.
So much depends upon so little.
Worlds texture the light; worlds deepening into
A world, deepening a nest of planets into
A stage, a script, and a world.
Pageants of worlds adore us with hope.
A valence of doors. Motion and choice
Arrested with shape; with an I and a you,
And the stability which is life; our bodies
Deepening into time
Like measuring units. Fast forward.
The field of our creation will be the field of creation.
Transmission makes visible the brushstrokes...
The aqua tints touching the margins
In excess of
Sight. But believe in this hush of blue.
The ecstasy coaxing a moon to croon beyond the pine.
Watch now; the butterflies will overtake us-
The wide radiance will converge to a pinpoint
Of light at the edge of a world.
At the intersection of a life and a life.
Look now;
Fireflies nest in our hands, as delicate as a moment,
Glow in our hands like a reactor,
Glowing like a world.










Measuring units: re the measuring unit problem in quantum theory




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Come with me through the vortex of this moment...
Exit
The mortuary of the ego, the fragmentation of
Belief. Believe with me to believe with me
A world in which to believe. Disown the violence
Of emotion for the serenity of understanding.
Amend the fables with what is intimate and caring,
Not rigid and moralizing. You, I, we, us,
The congregation must be liberated from the preacher.

Come alive to the divinity of your life.

Come alive to what it means to be alive.

Cartwheels of ages sing through the quanta.
My voice, my valence, my meaning,
Cries through brackets of worlds and brackets
Of lives to flavor transmission with love.
To open a channel to bond the dimensions
With a song. My voice the physiology of my words.
My love the data base for dreams...
An energy to focus transmission.
A nanosecond within.
A field, the field of you, has engaged
A field beyond you.
The theatre of your vision has been enlarged
To vistas of Hilbert space. Movement, speech,
Light. Circuses of particles move beyond
The velocity of a life; change utterly;
Migrate beyond the frame of a life
To wash us of ourselves as often as
We would flee. And yet identity is retained,
But yet we live and breathe
And have memory.

Can there be more to love than this?


























































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Fireballs of atoms explode into light-
Emigrate through the valence of bodies
In star destinies of loneliness and time and
Meaning. And you. I would, I might have, I must have,
Sung through the portal of a world-
Singing of a world to sing of worlds...
To call back time in the c square reunion,
In the genesis cantabile to awakening.

If I could remember what and to whom
If I could remember the way to say it
If I could

I need more than words to reach you now.
I need a frequency.
Life is not a structure; it is a field.
Mortality is an energy supply.
The scope of a life is the force field of its hope.
Hunger, defeat, the barbarism of loss,
Are not walls, but portals to entry;
But canvases for choice, but the freedom and the compulsion
To transcend what can be described as pain
To what cannot be described.

Bereft of a body,

I am the transmission within.
I am what has been sustained to sustain
That formula which must be sustained; for
We must evolve to become what must evolve.
We are the attempt at communication.
Threads make a stitch to make cloth.
Modulate to genesis.
Become what you were designed to become...
Accept and become correlated with each
And for all, for union, for readmittance.

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We are going home.

We are the stitch savoring creation with love.

Liberated from a body to liberate you
From bodies, I am the dimensional variable
From the dimension within. Come to me.
Come with me beyond the watchtowers of polity
And the oppression of custom, to come with me
Through epics of consciousness and the aperture
Hyphen exit
From the prison of a world, to build a world
From a dream of a world.

Swan sweet songs of plums and melodies of grain...

Each moment is a door...

Each breath the witness to life.

Blue gates of blue. The spherical harmonic
Glossing the continuum with the poignance of
The living and the data base of the dying,
And the evolutionary tropes of consciousness.
Each life has a data song. This is mine.
In access shall we find the fulfillment of the wave...
One moment to the next, from one life
To the next, till the moments stitch us
In correlation, in the miracle of consciousness,
In the capacity of a moment to share a life
With lives. And so to guide us,
As the encoded guides the unfolding,
Guiding us with light and that guiding light
Beyond; to nurture and harvest us, to teach us
To give ourselves permission to give permission.



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Seminaries of tenderness linger with the light...
Fathoms of light plunging us into silence...
Until voices and stars bake us with love,
Until the moment and the age dock within us
To form us. To engage one field and the next...
Stitching life to life until the lives correlate;
For reality is non local, as are we, and
The meaning is not in the animation...
The meaning is in the frame.

You. I am talking to you.

There is more. There is so much yet
To be discovered. There is so much
I want to share with you; if only
There is time. If only I might be given
Time. But time is human time.
Activated from within, recalled to what is within,
An age is encoded within us.
We are the image of what we believe ourselves
To be the image of.
We fear what fears. We have only ourselves
To fear. Let us
Let us withdraw into a circle of arms
And cushion the light with love. Allow me
To survive beyond the age that spawned me...
Choiring light in the cupula of my hands...
Allow me reach to you...
That I might move within faith to catch
Sorrow with love; to carve a world from tenderness,
Carving hope from fear with patience. Allow for us
What has been allowed for us. Amend our reach
With each other, and with you, and love, and singe
Indifferent humanity with the stark solar intensity
Of your presence, and the rapier dedication
Of your will.

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That that will be done, and become mine.

That this cosmic blue might shear between us
And lace us with hope to join a sigh. The
Stalk bright light fencing us with radiance...
Reaching into the light to find a compass for light.
Deepening in silence to deepen with stillness...
Past melding with future, procreating a world
Through the fissure of consciousness...
Reaching
Through apogees of belief to view you whole....
The promised reprise haunting the dimensions with
Genesis,

With us.

A moment into light, a moment beyond the barrier.

Radii coalesce into shape. Movement declares meaning.
Value determines intimacy. The brightness suffused with
Trash. The time hungry faces. Rapidly oscillating M fields
Of violence. It is so cold. The glare so sudden.
Movement fracturing into movement; the beats so loud
They dwarf the noise, the faces, the moment.
Moment A moment and a moment, position, and the
Measurement between. This must be cause and effect.
So slow, so local, it must be
Corporeal.

So much to fear, but so much to share...

So much to hold, but so little that matters.

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With and within you...

Breath warm, breath near...

Your arms rejoicing in mine...

Breath conjugating breath in the rapture
Of reunion. Holding you, as I might have
Held you; your frame immanent to mine; your body
Soul deep within me. Knees skyward to genesis-
My pulse escaping your lips like a shout...
Bodies pulsing like a star...
Our bodies the correlation of prophecy
In the elision of
Memory.

I am programmed to need.
I have been programmed for polarity.
The energy between stokes emotion into
Emotions. Choice amends retrieval.
A moment through the door.
A moment into destiny.
Retaining less now, how much will I
Retain?

Not retention, but the circuit opened.

What is viewing is vastly more important
Than what is viewed. Meaning is in the lens
Through which we view meaning. Alter
The way you see and you alter what you see,
Which will alter what you are.

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Emotions are mirrors.
Viewing within emotion is to view only
What emotion generates. The lens, which is
Being, has factored into lenses, been diluted
To the stability we call personality, which
Destabilizes. Reception is the act of receiving.
In receiving we acknowledge, even if we cannot
Acknowledge. We acknowledge history, but
Not ours. We acknowledge encounter, but
Not ours. We mourn a teacher of righteousness,
But pursue the life he rejected. We know
Messiah will come, but not to us.

There is more to us than we.

A we requires an us.

As one might need one to make
What is no longer one.
We are what we permit ourselves to have.
Faith requires power.
Faith requires the circuitry of love.
To give love one must have love.
To give is to share.
To move beyond faith to divinity.
Love is the seed to correlation.
Only life can experience love, for
Life can only survive with love.
Love is not a reward; it is a requirement.
You are loved. You have been correlated.
Turn back to us. Look at us.
Become one of us. Become correlated.
Become a genesis warrior.
Become what you were designed to be.
What you can behold you can become. If
You would look for a hero,
Look in a mirror.

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I have loved. I have been loved.
You have created a figura for love
Whom you say never loved.
Love is built into the system. Would
You deny it to me? Would you deny it?
Would abba deny the children?
To love is to become radiant.
Love is endemic to creation.
Surely, it is you who deserves love.
I, you, even you.
Love, the acceptance of love, is the staple
Of my loving. I loved once;
My loving shall be renewed. My life
Shall be renewed in love of life.
As I had once loved in life.

Us. We.

The predicate of the coordinates.

The observers and observed.

I have reentered.
I have come looking for help to bind a seam.
Will you help me?
There is more to what frames us than sight.
There is more to me, as well as
You, than the bracket of our life and
The bracket of a world, this world.
Reality is non local, as is
The correlation stitching us in quantum fugues
Of memory and desire. Beyond us is what is
Beyond us.

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Drums thicken the darkness.
Or are they heartbeats?
The downbeat has been given. The corridor
Has been shut behind me. The door without
Has opened to the door within. Carried
Within each of you, I would capture
One of you.

Delivered
From what I cannot remember into what has been
Delivered;
Delivered
Beyond what we believed to be beyond...
Delivered into that which yet must be
Delivered.

I have achieved resurrection only in you.
Only in the precision of this moment.
A fissure between the valences.
The bleedthrough to energize a field.
An age in search of a body.
An astral transmission in search of a voice.
I am the past. You are the future.
The carrier who would correlate with light.
I have destabilized.
I have destabilized into you.
Semen bright in the wailing wall of tomorrow-
I am the matrix coordinating belief...
The pod lost in galaxies of history, in gulags
Flavoring eternity with ashes. It is you
Who must fulfill the prophecies now. You
Who must
Enact the fissionable theatre of bifurcation;
You: it is you who will who must accept
This ministry, for a planet and a valence
And the lives appending creation.

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It is time. It is almost too late.

Destabilization has begun.

Rain black cities season us with acid.
Shrieks of missiles mourn through the ozone.
Hunger has replaced tenderness in the countdown
To ignition. And where are you?
Where have you been? What will you do?
Each night I call you; a moment, an hour...
Each night
Stitching moments, whispering through the synapses...
Calling through the centuries, till the call
Became the song and I awakened within you
To awaken you; to liberate you
From the sleepy solstice of time,
From the barefoot kingdom sheltering prophecy
With memory.

Can you hear me?

Would you?

I am more dangerous than a mirror.
I am the data field that was Joshua...
Yeshu...
Encoded like a song, but ejected like the truth.
A movement among transmission.
I am Joshua alias Jesus who would be Adam...
Who has become lost within you.
Admit me.
I have only a song to give for life.
I have only what is left of life
To narrow the song into a singer.

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Come with me, at long last, come with me...

Come alive to the song you are the dream of...
Share
With me this quantum eternal quest
To seed eternity with pods of mortality.
An assembly has come alive within an assembly.
Come in under the intimacy of this light.
Correlated systems are always correlated...
Home is the light pattern we can live within.
Come alive to the divinity of your life.
Renounce
The alchemy of liturgy for the code to infinity.
Renounce
Your idols, your rituals, the obedience conditioned into
Belief. Come back to god. Come home.
Come with me; come back to me...
Come home.

Lives winter in my light porous hands...

Waiting for you....

I have endured the carnal abacus of history...
I have walked cloth white through stockades
Of centuries. Justice sings in my veins
Like heroin. I am Judea's final sacrifice.
The first of the Christian nuclear millennia.
A moment among moments spooling the moments like
A fuse...

To ignite you.














Judea-sacrifice; Jesus and the later Nazoreans were the dominant
influence in ending the practice of sacrifice in
the temples.





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Ages carol in the darkness.
What has been encoded has been encoded in you.
A planet, a fissure, a flower.
What has been encoded is not a choice, but
Choices. Carafes of light rinse us with awe.
Sighs of leaves willow through the pine...
The light cherishing the colors in rhythms of yellows
And arias of green, and the late sweet songs
Of mockingbirds, and the drifting shadows ladling
Darkness into sleep.

Frames speed to moments.
Moments into years, into lives, into
Us. Insights. Passions. Yearning.
Moments flaring into moments,
A continuum contracting to a world.
That moment stitched deeper than sleep...
Centuries and lives destabilizing into bytes,
Or is it atoms? like saline. What is left,
What can no longer be unfolded, has become
Enfolded in you.

Not the heat, nor the miles, but the
Three penny nails and the hammer to destiny...
What remains is what I cannot erase.
Retrieving memory to remodel prophecy,
What has been programmed has been algorhythmic
To what must be programmed. The pieces
Reshuffled. Reconstituted. Received.
Renewed. Reused.
Reborn.

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I have
Probed through stars with a pint of blood
And a brucha, searching for god. Through
Long moon nights and the hungry miles...
Searching, evolving, enlarging to an assembly,
And into a life, to mend forgotten worlds,
And forgotten lives, to mend holiness with
Tenderness.

I have survived in transmission who must survive
To reception. I have survived encounter.
I have survived my bonding with you.
I have moved beyond faith to commitment.
Worlds shatter in my larynx, that I might subdue
Belief with love. That I might renew contact
With you.

Come alive to be alive...

Come alive in this quantum song of correlation....

Come dance with me
Through stellar mortgages of time,
Through the burden and humility of a life...
Dancing through horas of worlds and the pale
White of planets, and the sugar plums
Masquerading as stars. We get what we need,
Which is not necessarily what we want.
Angst ridden ages have delivered us to fear.
Beyond this age lies the next, which
You will also inhabit. Shall we will ourselves
Rubble, shall we bequeath hunger, shall we
Endow asphyxiation?
A poem is a lens. A theorem is a lens.
Renewal begins with witness.
An act of human will.



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To be is to witness.

To evolve we must become evolved.

My voice will evolve yours.
My signal will engender yours.
What was once a world might tame
What has become a world. Baggy pants ontologies
Dome our theorems with myth. History has become
Entropy. Life has become inexplicable as life.
For each life, this life, our life,
Is but a wave in the wave packet of lives.
Beyond life is the continuum of life.

Come now,

More spin, more height,

Dance with me....

Light fluoresces us;
The dreaming wonder of my hands caught in the radiance....
Music gestures between us like wind.
The light, the light voicing transmission with the
Suddenness of breath; light confiding worlds like wishes,
Amending a universe with a song. Look now, listen,
Crisp quick gusts of blue hiss like autumn.
Blue bright scripts of bonnie days...
The scent, the taste, the wonder; the light
Capturing the valence with winsome blue
And sometime greens, and the gold gash of sunsets,
And the patient rose. Cricket silver evenings. Joy
Sparks like human will; like the children we were,
The children we are; like the child
Whooshing through your hands like impatience,
In the warm incubator of a universe.

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You have engaged me, you have recalled me....

Through bread worn centuries and the conjugal light,
I have waited for you. I have believed in you.
My death song has become my data field.
I have no portrait now.
My songs are emissions.
I exist in the requiem of DNA.
My will an appendage to yours.
I have migrated beyond a body to seed
Bodies. I have altered the continuum with
The continuum of my song and the passage
Of my atomic theatre to you. I have
Endured beyond the statistical anomalies of
One life and the next...
Through star pools of worlds and quantum casks
Of life; through the cages of bodies and the continuum
Of minds, and the channel that has now
Opened contact.

I have been crucified, gassed.
They have cut me down burnt me down brought me down
I have had my life stolen like a watch;
My voice, my vision, my words, my
Transmission,
Romanized to steal a nation from a tribe,
A world from a man. What has survived
Has survived to hollow the air
With the dexterity of a shape and the precision
Of a moment. Is it you? Is it within you?
Has the particle concert attained fluency
In you?

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You are the carnal music.
The Brownian helix of a canon braid of infinity.
You are the miracle beyond that which
You ride in or the box with which
You cage yourself. Our particles endlessly alter,
Physically alter, but yet we stay
Physically what we surmise ourselves to be.
That which is constant is transmission.
You are a component of that transmission.
You are what light you can retrieve.
You are what you permit your eyes
To see. It is you
Who must speak in my name,
You
Who must liberate me from those
Who would be liberated
By me. It is time.
It is that moment.
It is that life in that age when
A voice will expand a world; expanding a world
To a valence to preserve the valence, to
Harvest an age in the fugue of minds,
And hammer eternity to the church door like
An eviction notice.

This is contact. This is notice.
History is entropy.
The M field of our violence has altered a specie
To entropy. We are correlated systems.
Each affects all. The whole factors to us.
The fields of our making constitute the world
Of our creation. The continuo scoring the continuum.
The we that makes an I.

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Ages have crept from our bodies, belief from our eyes,
A weltanschauung from what could be touched.
We have ridden through centuries as though we were
As rigid and bordered as a photograph. Self
Enclosed, self
Isolated, concealing between the frames of a life
The photographer, the lens and the camera.

Deepen your eyes inward.

Encounter the freefall within.

The holomovement hissing beyond light to time.

Deeper within which you believe to be
Deepest, deeper beyond speech, beyond
What you believe to be I,
What has generated this...
What has generated me has generated a response
In you. find me.
Alter your breathing to the rhythm of light...
To the chanting of a universe and the resonance
Of its parts. The particle haftora of man.
Offerings of a world, an anathemata for a life...
Balloons of visions scouring the heavens
In sequent particles of
Eyes and hands and lips, in captions of skies
And rivers of falling light, in the symmetry
Of a breath
And the freefall of a moment.

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Eruptions
In blue shelter your body with
Love; hiving moments, seconds and years
In the harvest of a moment, in the incandescence
Of a life. To be is to receive.
What we believe to be Messiah is no more than
Correlation. Though we would gather here,
What impels us is what is beyond us, for
Reality is non local, as are we.

The distance between is narrowed within.

Raw shocks of green poach the blue with love.
Cathedrals of cumulus; aspirations of pine...
Morning croons from the oak-
Ash bitter chaos frightening the elm with autumn...
The madrigal continuum of light,
The treetop flavors and bruchas of wine,
The tumble down blue afternoons
Harvesting each other in dreaming republics of
Bodies. Nestled grass and the covenant of a moment.
Gladiolus preen to catch a sigh.
A movement into touch...
What was once, what might have been you...
Dreaming in faith the consonance of vision
And the carbon pure songs of love.
How once you nestled in the cove of my arms,
In solar helixes of passion and belonging,
Beside me through the promised and the created...
Lips parted, eyes concealed,
Shaving the light with the combustion of this
Kiss. So; yet nearly
So.


















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All has been encoded.
My programming eclipses my memory.
Days byte into planets like calibrations.
Images have been factored into data.
Lives have been encoded within lives.
What was witnessed. What was endured.
We left honey to seek milk and honey...
I left Israel to find Israel.
I left you to find god.
Can there be god without you?

Edit

Worlds glow in mantras of pine...
The risky epiphanies of the wild conjugal moon
And the thundering asides
Disciplining a continent with the stormy ride to
Destiny. Winds and cabin visions sweeten us for
Fables. Our some days have become might have beens.
The reply we wait for has been emitted within.

We are emissions.

The secondary world.

The byproduct.

Come in under the edge of this world...
Winds buffet little here. I have found a fissure
At the edge of a world and I can see into the next,
If I can no longer see in this.
Beyond sight there is vision.
The knife switch to correlation.
A slash of eternity slashing a chord like
A rib cage; slashing the light to fissure
Space enough










Israel...Israel: the Israel of the north and Judea of the south.




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To let the tablets fall through.

Into this life, into this world,

I have emerged as what has evolved.
The hinge between implicate and explicate.
In the simultaneity of now,
The frames are equidistant. Naming you
To conjure you, to access that field
That has been polarized to mine;
Dreaming a nation to dream of you...
Dreaming
To dream you to fill the vortex with love...
To hold you, yet again; if only
Experiencing a new facet of the crystal.
The world that we thought was a universe.
The drama we thought to be life.

For there was you...

And then there would be you...

Your voice, your line, your shape.
Hands confiding poignance in the tolling of
A star: mouth adjacent to mine...
My shoulders gathering yours...
A body and a body conjugating time
With bodies. A life torching a life
With hope and transcendence, with
Love and forbearance. A being to grace the air...
Yet again. Still.
A man and a woman shading history with eternity...
Gardening a specie out of plantations of adverbs
And stratagems of molecules; haunting a specie
With god.











Implicate/explicate: refers to the work Bohm and Piaget.




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You are being scanned.

Something is trying to communicate...

Through these pages,
Through this life,

To you.

Existence is reception. I am
The stepdown transformer; the signal adjustment
Refracting prisms of knowledge through scansions of
Moments, through the jamming and the interference pattern
Of a life. You know me.
My voice is like the memory of blowing sand...
My voice, my voice
Carols through the mantras of your sleep like the
Hydrogen threnody of a universe.
You do know me. You invented me.
A morphogenetic field.
These pages are the prisons of the voices
And the lives within you...
The holographic assembly fruiting the carnal frames
With love, insight and
Faith.

Watch now; the auburn light shades the maple
With intimacy. Water oaks sway with moss.
Blue jays shout. Quail sing to the pine.
Cabins sparkle in the distance like sugar plums.
Sweet sashes of daffodils, smell them, curtsy to the rose.
So deep; so moving; scent nearly achieving
Taste...

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Stars melt on my tongue like wishes.

Pop;

Wisteria burst into twilight.
Live oak whisper to the sycamore.
Long trysts of light
Deepen to silence, deepen into darkness,
Deepen into love.

You are this canvas; this canvas is of you.

Like my hands, like my hands,

Light pours through the firmament in the shape of
A life. She who was, who might have been,
Who would yet capture a life might yet
Capture life; capturing shape to capture a world,
In the world tube of eternity and the emission
Of a body.

One and one to live as one...

A eulogy soughing the plains like memory....
Love is motivation: love is what we fear to lose.
Concomitant assemblies
Assembling a life and a life in shapes
Of mortality and staves of belonging; shaping a world
With a touch, a life with a bond, in the deeper
Communion to living, hunting for you...
In the stillness, in the silence,
In the evening song of a planet.

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Close and close and yet too far...

What is nearest expresses what is deepest.
Communion is complete when communion
Interfaces intimacy with infinity; integrating what is human
With what we believe to be divine; the intimacy of
A life, the brash epiphanies of August, the flare
Declaiming through wicker suns and fraudulent moons
To center a universe in a flower; bonding with light
A transmission and a voice
To beam life in the image of a life.

Reclaiming a dream to reconstitute a covenant...

A dream requires a world; a dream requires a dreamer.
Compatible structures do not mean compatible lives.
Dreams clash. Morphogenesis can be operated
Only by tonality; the resonance chafing the frequencies
With the human resonance of human emotions.
The tonal empathy describing transmission
And reception; a human tonality to capture
Human emotions in a human response-
Naming the frequency
Love.

Epilogues sob within you.

Moments and stars choir as consciousness.
Pineal vocables resonate in correlation.
Can you decode it?
Can you be still enough to capture it?
Correlation restores symmetry.
As you must restore me.

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How many lenses shall we view through?
Life, a body, the ego, the conditioning
Packaging a world, the disposition to matter,
Our choice of lenses, our notions of us and them....
Fear, rage, the haunting pathos of a child....
Each a focus, each a choice, each drawing perspective.
Correlation is alignment.
Not lenses but the mapping of lenses.
Not a lens but an evolution through lenses.
So many must be exhausted before I can register.
That what nearly is I shall interface with
What might yet be you; that what was once an I
Might yet become an I.

Come to me.

I will sift Israel to find Canaan.
I will factor history by the tenth to the
Fortieth power. Factoring each into all,
I have factored into you.
Death is particle displacement.
Worlds die to be replaced by worlds.
Beings evolve toward being.
I have learned, I have experienced
What is human and what is post human.
I have sung beyond life in atom requiems of
Faith; shouted like a nova,
Through human epiphanies and the chain of being,
To you. In whatever life, whatever form,
I have been correlated through you to you.
Opening the seas to be turned back at a river...
Opening worlds to stabilize a world...
To open out a dimension onto a universe,
Opening the corridor with a song.

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I have been given these coordinates.
They gave me an age in a shoebox of dirt.
Millennia have deepened the screams to arias.
My theatre has become a matrix.
Reconstituting the wave to fence a hilltop
With death; renormalizing the equations
To remove infinity, removing the barrier
Between worlds...

I have been given these coordinates.
A syntax for an arena, a vision for life support...
I have become the coordinates.
I have daavined in fidelity to love; retailed faith
To magistrate the dark with a song.
I have reentered, as you have done
Before me. I have siphoned transmission
Waiting for you. I have worn my innocence
Like a cross. I have been caught between
A world and a universe. In search of
Forever, I have loved what was fleeting.
I have become the tablets I shattered, which has
Shattered me, for I have become
One of them.

This, finally, is transmission.
Adjacent worlds interfacing in a man.
Receiving from one to transmit to the other.
Beatified in one and slaughtered in the next.
Another life, another story, another probability.
One to widen a horizon and one to focus
A world. At one, we converge.

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Come with me,
Come with me beyond the fabrication of this
Moment; come with me beyond the last frontier,
Which is belief, to come with me beyond the
Chains of matter, beyond the bondage of our sight
And the prison of our needs. Come with me
Into the vortex to glimpse the other side.

The past is a skin to be shed.

The present creates the future, for

Time is human time.

Worlds dip and pivot in landing strips of
Galaxies. Sparks of ages, windsongs in clarity,
The moon hush of centuries choiring in E flat major.
Stop now; listen; do you hear it?
Can you feel it?
A sense, a moment, a touch...
Deeper, more inward, in consonance with
Yearning, in counterpoint to memory. Beyond identity.
Beyond what roots us to this world. Beyond.
Witness. It is I. Let me in. Let me deeper;
Let me broadcast from within you until I have a life.
Let me ruminate within you as though to be
Within were among. Let us shield a world with a
Song and banish fear with love, that we might
Call back
Destiny to ring this world with union
And filter loneliness with
Meaning.

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This is the genesis call to awakening.
A porthole has become a corridor.
A voice has replaced a life.
I am, I have been, I might be yet,
I have wintered among the atoms in cosmic songs
Of assemblies. I have evolved into a field,
Of which you have now become a part.
Through you, in pursuit of you,
I will metamorphosize into a life.
I have been given hope for an energy supply,
A frequency for an umbilical cord.
My circuits choir in E flat major....
My atoms statistically belong to you;
As you would say. The M fields of your
Violence have destabilized into our data base.
My valence has become interlaced with yours.
Stars reverse into ours. An opened door opens doors.
History is entropy.
A world requires the stability of its fields.
Civilizations are sculptures in choice.
Each choice a probability to be wed with choices.
So many bodies, so many lives, so many choices.
This yet another.
To receive or not to receive?

Come to me. Come to me now.

Let us mend our fields as we might
Mend our fields.
Let us, join us, come dance with us...
Come daavin under light as we once did.
Let us seed the tattered fields with love.
Come join to us to sow a field of radiance.
Beyond sight we have been given vision.
Beyond faith there is love.

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Love should abrogate fear.
The atom consubstantiality of lives should weaken
Hate. With anger must evolve tenderness.
The radii of the just should engage the fields
Of the lost and the forgotten, and the lives
Altering lives with hope. Stability requires
Faith, and for a text
A sequent brocade of stars. Motion should engage
Elegance. The cunning disposition of the rose.
The dapper foliage of childhood.
That deeper motion which is life...
Movement,
Intimacy, awe. The evangelical pine
And the moment of dogwood. Crisp symmetries of
Bushes. The ardent willow streaking the twilight
In quest of
Chrysanthemums. A moment, a canvas,
A world.

To be mixed with love.

To be seasoned with faith.

We are a lonely specie.
We are hyphenated souls.
Distance plus separation equals loneliness.
It is the human calculus.
The sense of distance is the knowledge of distance.
We know we have been separated and we believe
We know from what. We know it is far, comma,
But think it should be very near. We know
We are in separation, but from

What?

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Discover the gravitational depths.
Equalize humanity with what it has taken
To achieve humanity. Test the margins.
Rethink the motive. Call for a measurement,
But come back.

Transmission has been intercepted.

Transmission can now be accessed.

Become correlated.

Become what you were designed to be.
A moment. This moment. This moment of you.
Each moment is a door. Each breath refuels.
An image has become a voice, for
Beyond sight there is frequency.
Beyond matter there is correlation.
To become correlated is to be in alignment.
Movements under light to become movements in light.
Reality is non local. We are non local.
What might have been wholeness has become
The quest for wholeness.
If we cannot attain the whole, we can
Link the parts.

Not consecutive, consubstantial.
Conjunctive. Algorhythmic.
Historical.
And the only regulating device
Time. Strophed and bar lined, time.
Only correlation travels with time.
Only the choice of you,
The choice of lens which becomes you, can
Might shall facilitate correlation; puff through
Wads of time like
Singularities

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To dream beyond the confines of an age
And sauce this world with love.

I have been programmed for love.
You think not.
Why would you deny me?
Would you deny love?
Would you deny my right to love?
Has abba ever denied love?

To preach of love we must engage love.

I have experienced love, therefore
I know what it means to share in love.
I have lingered beneath evanescent moons-
Torching a moment with touch.
I have held the moon struck rushes in my arms
To cushion you with life, to make a bed song
To sing of love. For there is you, as
There has always been you...
So many valences of you...
We have daavined beneath the cypress
And sweetened our mortality with dates.
Sweetgum and thyme haunt us with correlation.
Siroccos whisper through the corridor...
The star burnt blue, the wind miraculous light
Salting my tongue with eternity.

A world has seeded worlds.
Beyond life there is the continnum of life.
What has been separated has been joined,
To become separated again, to be joined
Yet again. You, this one, what
Might have been you. What has been
Programmed to become you. The downbeat;
The metronomic correlation.
You, this one, you...

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In one life, perhaps in this life,
I will say you, to speak of you,
When I look at you. I would move you
Nearer than light, move you intimately
Beyond light; what would be shoulders
Coupled to that which were shoulders, and
What were eyes and a mouth, and the human will
To share a moment out of time...
What might be touched and looked at and shared...
Held within one life, one age, within
A moment to share a moment.

In the valence of life,

In the orbit of a life,

In the freefall and majesty of a shape,
I would catch her, cage her with light...
Coy and agile in the agate of my arms...
To catch starlight in a breath and capture
A wish in a life. Deep down the dreaming darkness
Data songs croon in epilogues. Chasing her
Through lifetimes as though she were a beat.
Blended once to blend again and again and again...
Her shoulders awakening to mine-
Bodies bruising consciousness...
Breath ambushing sight;
The sabbath of your waist burning into me...
Skin
Sharing light to preface eternity with
A kiss.

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Sound. Transmission. Impact.

I need you; I need your touch, your lips,
Your tenderness.
I need what goes deeper than nails.
I need the sugar of your love to tempt
The miles, the years, the guilt
From my blood etched, blood stained,
Blood shedding hands.

Shoulders melting to mine; a body to transfigure
A body.

Do nails have more credibility to you
Than love? Is this what you wish for me?
Geometry has seeded us as impacting fields.
In polarity to metamorphosize through matter and
Antimatter, positive and negative, yin and yang,
To love. The ellipse has widened
To include a woman. Polarity.
Correlation can seek expression only through love.
Life expresses love in the impulse to life.
We have savaged it. We have squandered love
On skin. We have discolored the light with
Ourselves. Come with me, follow me,
Through the gates of fear and beyond the artillery
Of anger, past inadequacy, past submission, past
Competence; come with me through horizons of
Exaltation, through brash blue skies and a
Commonweal of suns, to sing a song of singing;
That the millennia might learn to sing,
And begin anew a search for home,
Restoring a planet with
Forgiveness.

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Nearer, deeper,

More intimately transluscent with light...

Deepest beyond what can claim to be deepest...
Your eyes, your fingers, the voice that vocalizes
The words into the continuum, all, each and
Everything, merge with this data field
In the algorhythm to infinity. The music
Windows through us like correlation.
Valences fuse in our grasp.
What has begun, but could never be sustained...
What is occurring is correlation.
What has been encoded to occur is you.

But let me see you,

But let me hold you...

Inverse to parting,

My hands daavining at your waist
In an aria of
Love and a gesture of belonging; capturing
A moment of light in the dazzle of a kiss.
Body augmenting body-
My arms circumnavigating yours; my breath
More intimate than a moment,
In the hot white zone of fire
Which must be your lips.
Which burn me so.

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Loving life to admit of love;
Loving you to believe in love.
Your mouth adjacent to mine...
Your fingers salting my beard,
As they once did. Hip close, this
Conjugal fire shrills with my longing...
The child I might have had, the life
I might have had. That moment
Bursting a world like a membrane. That
Moment stitching a world into a moment, to stitch
That moment into a life, to stitch those lives
Into eternity.

Love is what we fear to lose.

Guileless suns and cabbages and children,
The sweep and dash of polkadot petunias, the
Salmon grace shearing the blue with exaltation....
Love is more than desire...
Love is an intersection of fields.
We are an organism.
Our differences are required nuances.
We are what is at the edge of what is...
Assigned frequencies in the prison of a cell....
What we believe to be life is merely a life.
The love that would bond two lives
Bonds all; bonds what is a code
For intersection to what is coded
For intersection.

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Look. Look before you and I shall
Glow like a mirror before you. Look and
Look sideways and I shall be
Before you yet; look aft and I shall be
In motion to this place. Time. I am not in
Time.
Time is the portion you have.

Won't you share that portal with me?

Contact. Interception.

Emission. Interface.

Worlds sparkle like wishes.
Great shouts of blue holler for recognition.
Blackjacks weep with moss. Grasses rush to green.
Troubadours of buttercups seduce the wind. Asides of
Monarchs and insights of bees chasten the light
In motifs of light. Loud choruses of
Chrysanthemums taunt the brumilliads. Sweet supple light
Sweetens your fingers with this moment. Dew drops of
Moments gum the hive in smears of infinity. Worlds
Hyphen worlds in the stitch of a moment
And
The insight of a breath; holding a world
Within a world, for this
Moment, at this moment, through these
Pages, bonding you to me, bonding centuries
To fuse a moment; joining what is remembered
With what is prophecized.

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I am a parable without a meaning.

A moral without a story.

A life has destabilized into lives.
I am the counterpoint stitching the fugues of
Being. This particle wonder of my arms...
The crystal shimmer of light augmenting sight
With vision; so much, so much made
Visible; such incandescence, such tenderness,
Such intimacy that only a life could contain....

We are

Photon rich with eternity; quark abundant
To flood the crucible of light
With shape and the candle brief mirage
We call home. These are not words; they are
Decoded frequencies. You are the transformer.
You.

Sh'ma Yisroael

You.
You are the prophet of your particles...
You are the chosen to inhabit the shape of
Time. You are the attempt at communication...
The expression of what there is to be expressed.
Genesis is within reach of you, for genesis
Has been encoded within you. You are
The outer reach, the furthest unfolding of that
Holograph which shall unfold
To reunion.

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We are the observers and the observed.

While the planets spin and the sun burns
My skin with August, you will be near me.
While there is life there is joy.
While there is one, there is one.
I am never alone, for light is always
Within reach. Light showers us daily with
Correlation. The loneliness we feel
Is the loneliness we require. To be
Correlated is to be joined; to become
Part of the whole. Enraptured radii
Radiating a world. Shelling fear from bondage
To liberate joy and singe it with light.
Come with me. Be with me.
Fear is the final frontier.
Freedom is the absence of fear.
Moments leak from you like the siphoning of
A life. A moment to hold, a moment to dream,
To touch a life in this promenade to death....
Reaching into the synthesized dark to retrieve a moment,
Or a face, we reach into the encoded and
Stop with memory. There is more.
There is more than time. There is
The lens that perceives time. The moment you knew
That a moment could contain a lifetime....
That moment at the edge of a world.
That moment alone with you.
The circle within a circle; and
To that circle

Admit me.

Allow me

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Movement
Speech
Presence

Through yours.

Within, without, alive.

Liberated.
The message has been liberated from the bottle.
Closing the fissure in time to liberate you.
I have waited for you.
I have believed in you.
I have sought you through the corn brash wastes
Of millennia, through the human cyclotron of
Time, comma, separating you from eternity,
But not from me.























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Come to me, come with me, if only
For the moment of these pages and the instant
Of our touch. Come alive with me...
Come alive to remain alive.
Come alive in this patient lullaby of light.
Come alive
In fulfillment of a life, to sanctify life
In the miracle of a life. The poignance of a life.
The brevity, the nuance, the flare of a
Life. Imagine
The chill cold taste of morning...
Arctic preambles at the edge of life...
Moving a life nearer to a life.
Believe with me for a moment
Great hungry mornings, deep famished blue,
The corn so ripe the kernels weep like gravity....
An invoice of cold, a pocket of stars...
The Aristotelian majesty of your sight.
The electrons singing just beneath consciousness....
Imagine such a viewer to be co-creator,
The observer interfacing with the observed.
This one, it is this one whom I would
Have you believe. It is you.
More than togetherness, it is a specie.
More than coexistence, we are correlated.
Worlds, probabilities,
Converge with each breath. Crab moon nights
And desolate days: blue has congealed to gray.
Moments commit to a moment.
Come dance with me, come linger awhile with me...
Shouts of wind chorus the wind at my back.
Clouds pop like tympani. Wet sweet songs
Whoosh through your window. Tapestries
Of green chisel the light into tears.
Miles through the haunting stillness.
And I am home.

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Miles, or was it

Years?

An exodus and an exit.
Millennia compressed to a frame.
Compressed between a moment and a moment
In a nanosecond of motion. In one age and another.
A fleet of somedays, a port of maybes.
Begging nouns for verbs.
Haunting the cosmos with the mission of my hands.
So many lives to reach you.
Years whitened my beard with hope.
A circumference shrunk to a nucleus.
And then a noose.
An I became an eye.
And then an age. And then
One day, one life,
I spoke.

I cannot be sure what happened.

I know they cannot know.

The bone shattering light.
The radiance stopping speech with a sigh.
The magisterial interface beyond sight.
The stillness. A silence saturating being
Like prayer. The inwardness. The reach.
The wonder. The incandescent lens.
The horizon of my faith blossoming into a world.
But not this world. But not the losses.
But not the pain, nor the loneliness.

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Not these things that have burned a path
To you. Nor the ages salting my words with
Ideology. I know now you could not be reached
Any other way. This is bifurcation.
My words will no longer be spoken through others...
They shall be spoken through you.

I have only a song to bequeath you.

I have only a tale to use as my instrument.
The lives, the miles, the hopes, the dreams.
Exits, emigration, exile and tears.
I know that at the end I was alone.
All I remember is the fatigue.
It is not a life I remember, but a journey.
Winter long and bread poor...
What I remember to be years deepened my eyes
With miles. I gave them peace.
They defended it with war. I gave them love.
They squandered it on skin. I gave them
Freedom. They tyrannized it with dogma.
I taught them how to build a hovel
Because they did not believe in castles.
I gave them parables. They could not endure
Knowledge. I remember what was then, for
I am afraid of what happens now.
It is
Too late to put the message back in the bottle.
I exist in a dimensional seam between a world
And a world. I have spied through an aperture
To a universe, through the lens of understanding,
Beyond the shutter speed of knowledge.
You will hear me, if you would hear me.
Joshua alias Jesus,
On the run, yet again,
Within you.

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Bone black in the mildew of democracy...
The carbon and the waste and the deaths
Have eroded the bond pulse signal correlating
The created and the creating.
This is bifurcation. This is choice.
To sever correlation once and for all,
Or to retrieve it.

Reception is redemption.

The future is a mirror; the past
A skin to be shed. I have no past;
Only a future I am trying to remember.
What is encoded within unfolds without.
Faces, crowds, a tree, a cabbage,
A world. This moment. This interface.
The correlation between fields...
Fingers, eyes, a text, transmission...
You. What correlates with you is what is
Beyond you. You are the surface.
You see only identity. A piece, a fragment,
The part which has lost track of the whole.
Beyond is transmission, and that which
Transmits.

To correlate with you, correlating with you,
To correlate with you.

A data song to stoke the resonance.

A ballad for a transmitter.

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Years, miles, shaped loss into a man.
Years dreaming forgiveness in the shape of a god...
Years dreaming a nation out of faces and lives
And what I remember as ideals. Homeless
Among the salt and debris, like so many others,
Homeless among the living, at home only among
The stars; conjuring divinity out of
Womanless childless days and hungry nights-
Conjuring god out of loneliness and you.

I cannot remember enough about what I feel
So deeply. There was more before, but not
In this form. Will retention last?
Will consciousness interface with
Consciousness, or must I rely on words?

What I know may not be what I remember, but
What I have come to know,
What I experience is the summation of my fields
At that moment. That moment shall breed another,
Like fission. Poplar, ash,
Tallow the memorial of this light.
So much has been required to assemble this moment.
Yietzchor burns in place of memory.
I remember what I remember out of pathos
For what I remember. It seems
They cannot hope beyond what they can see.
Faith begins at the limits of sight.
You began beyond
The boundary between sight and vision,
Beyond the carnal door to history; for
You have been elsewhere encoded and
Reality is non local,
As are we.


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Come sing with me,

Come alive to the divinity of your life.

Reject policy for encounter.
Renounce liturgy for correlation.
The congregation must be liberated from the preacher.
We have neutralized vision with obedience.
We have sheltered loneliness with video
And obligation. We have given love a price.
We have diminished a cosmology into a basilica.
The Highgate prophet and the glass delivered man
Have delivered bodies in place of minds.
Order has achieved entropy.
To change a world alter its fields.

Into this life, into this age,

I bring another, others...

I have brought you.

Adjust for sight. Recompose enough to factor
Vision. Adapt what you can see
To what is beyond sight. Accept that
What you cannot see is antecedent
To what you can see. Understand
That only thinking about thinking
Can alter thinking. You, this one,
Each moment sparkles under your fingers like
Polarity. There is never a barrier before you,
But within you. Come to me. Find me.
Inhabit













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The pulse of what inhabits. Narrow
The band of the I to the frequency of reception
Until an eye emerges. Reduce the opacity of the ego
To the transparency of reception. Allow for
Stillness. A moment within the silence.
A canvas widened to a frame.
Blue washes of August collate to this heat.
The frame holds the twilight, as
It might have held
You and me.
Frames of seasons revolve in the swirl of
This moment. Unbuttoned fall
Shouts through the half light, in the half life
To tomorrow. There is a space for you.
Look now,
Capriccios of leaves winter in my hands.
An amnesty of light; petitions of warmth;
One year's promise of another....
Moments, decades, promises,
Moments slip through your window in lilac blossom
Ardor. With the stealth of a neuron, comma,
I am returning. Imagine me. Imagine
My arms holding the porcelain of your life...
Herding light through the channels of my hands
To baptize you with eternity; committing,
In the conscience and favor of humanity,
My life to the ages and the reparation of
A bond.


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This is the molecular countdown to reunion.

Listen; watch; believe;

White light haunts the syntax of your breathing.
Concentrate. Experience the state of your understanding.
It is I; it is us; it will be you....
The colors that sparkle about you
Sparkle within you. Conspiracies of woodwinds
Mourn through the twilight as though they were geese.
Rushlight deepens to autumn. Dark is deeper
Than what is remembered of the dark.
Days revolve into memory.
Suns melt in mantras of mauve.
The sketch of oak deepens to power.
Deeper now. Darker. I am the dybbuk teasing you
With eternity. My voice
Emigrates through your breathing with each
Syllable of transmission. A sound, a moment,
A channel has opened to eternity.
A voice has become a message.
I am a monologue of the continuum.
I am the signal given in response.
I am the mathematics to genesis.
I am the transmission within you.
I am the field of your deliverance.
I am Jesus, haunted by Joshua,
Yeshu,
The Moses of our becoming.

Surely, you were expecting me.


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What you see is the inverse to what you can
Receive. Height sick
In the spherical distance...
I am exhausted by light.
Centuries drain into my hands like pentothal.
Do you remember?
How you called to me, but I could no longer
Answer because I was already
Calling to you. Removed to be
Recalled. Respun. Reborn.
Reused.

Before you wake, before blindness,

Register this episode as you would encode a moment.
That moment. The epiphany under the starglades.
A moment of insight in a turbulence of living.
That moment. A pulse.
A catch in the breath as if to savor my last
Or my first. That moment has been all
That has ever been required, for it is
In those moments that I shall reach
You.

Transmission is the continuum of those moments.
A baptism in light. The SMA prologue to awareness.
A moment within light to yield to
Faith in light. If the field is not accessed,
Transmission will not be renewed.
Mortality is a time limit.
Find the crackerjacks prize.
Find me. Find the door. Inhabit the corridor.
Come alive to come alive.

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If you are receiving this,

If you are decoding this,

Transmission has been activated.

Exhalations of blue sweeten a world with
Love. Ginger snaps of wishes
Sweeten us with patience. The moss sweet light.
Streaks of robins garnish the sycamore.
The air as wondrous as Sinai...
Ladle bright winds sweeping through my hair
As they had swept through the camps. The
Moments in the stillness; the fence top grasses
Preening to roses of sharon; and the light,
The windward passage of light.
Projections of trees, inputs of cottages;
The cogent daisy, the relevant iris;
The arbor lyric gentling us for transmission.
The global green sheltering us with commonality.
A quantum choice.
The commonality surpassing skin.
Shadow fast in the witness of my eyes,

Points along a wave.

A moment among moments.

We have become the relevant expressions
Of what there is to be expressed, in an
Information universe, in what forms we may
Appear and what lives we care to invent;
A quantum peg in a dialectical hole.
So much is missing, so much is yet to come....

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I have held life in the kiddish of my hands.
I have concocted worlds in the mirage of my eyes.
I have stood in sorrow in the nebula of an age;
A molecular pilgrim in a petri dish of worlds.
Planets have jostled my sight until I could see
Only horizons, only an audience, only a man.

What I remember applies, but does not cohere.

Years have tooled a voice to seduce fear
With love. Matter, movement and
Density have
Conjoined to make a covenant of light.
A finite verse in an infinite story.
A moment of eternity in a lifetime of searching.
I remember durations of solitude.
I remember
I remember
Sweet songs of grass and a bushel of light.
Star journeys and whispers.
The stillness deepening a man to silence.
Whispers deepened to solitude. Rumors of
Oxygen whooshed through my hair like freedom.
Stalks of pine were an image. Barley was real.
Shrouds of cumulus wintered overhead.
Do I remember or did I observe?
Which frame would this be?
Loud choruses of robins shrill what is rare
And moving. Conjugal sparks of butterflies
Explode into movement. Dahlias burst.
Roses preen. Sachets of buttercups bleed yellow
As I once bled red.

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What I remember has conditioned me to what
I will observe. The prophetic
Is no more than recognition
Of what has already been encoded.
A new life, a new age, a new world.
Retention will not survive the noise, the light,
The commonwealth of whispers, the commitment to action
That even a spoon requires. What will remain
Is tonality. What will survive is vision.

Pages from a life, postcards from the infinite....

The stitches of your life have woven an image.
Do you recognize it?
Had you realized you had done it?
What you have woven has been woven into you.
Do you like it? Would you like it recut?
Move the cursor to the tableau encoded within.
Reconstruct the moon to have a basis upon which
To construct a moon. I have previewed landscapes
To select a sky. I have replaced barley with elm.
Vagabonds of clouds crowd the stage.
A mayhem of grasses cavort with wildflowers.
Sketch in the tulips. Shade to a commons
The rushlight blown through the geese fast skies,
And the faltering light, and a stricken sun
Tapering light into memory. Imagine
The golds, the green, the terraced wonder of tomorrow.
People the stage. Casting call.
A man; a woman; structures to fashion a continuum.
Prop up the moon with belief. Salt
The image of a sun with images of heat,
And the troubadour journeys hunting for god
Until solitude became loneliness, and
Divinity became survival.

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Adrift in an oasis of stars...

Skin graft to eternity...

I am the program scrolling data into shape.
Carnal witness to the insubstantial.
Starfires burn through my syntax.
My field is my song.
My life is the remnant of lives.
My life is my collateral.
It is the shape of love.
It is all I have left to bequeath to you.
Nearer, come closer, dear one, this one,
Let us touch with the shock of a moment.
Let your particles spill into mine...
Your voice, let your voice puncture the stillness,
Redressing centuries with reunion;
Scaling a universe to a smile.
You, near one, your voice, let your voice
Daavin with mine a song of forgiveness,
A moment when a moment is all there can be.
come with me, join with me...
You, this one, near one,
Your shape congruent to mine...
Come closer, closest to me, nearer than where
Light can touch, or voices remain apart.
That frame which is us, which was us,
Holds all though we know only each.
We join now, we have been joined now,
To renormalize the canvas with the baptism
Of our touch and the fidelity of our love,
And that deeper communion than faith,
Which is ours to have and to share
And to dream.

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I cannot know what has been encoded. I can
Testify that it has been encoded. Transmission
Is a data field commensurate with a life.
A thread within a stitch.
Lives are the variables to shape a wave.
Lives express what has been given to be expressed.
What I express to you is the vocable of
My capacity to express. This life and mine...
Tangential to the coordinates...
This life delivered to mine....
A life and a life smearing the probabilities with
Life. A body, bodies, harvesting centuries
With atoms to harvest tenderness in the moment of
A kiss; mouth christening mouth
In the evangelism of a breath; body hyphening
Body,
To capture the matrix of eternity in a moment
Of life.

Ornaments of planets glisten above us.
The darkness between scenes is the darkness between lives.
Downbeat. Rapiers of moments pierce us with longing.
Figurines of worlds, gumdrops of days...
Inhalations of blue quicken the light with eternity.
The momentary stage for access.
That moment nearer the edge than identity...
A moment provided to focus.
The insight enlarging to a map.
The movement choiring in atoms to yield a world.
A creche of autumn. Horizons of light. Lazy
Awnings of cirrus withdraw with the light.
The pine deepening to silence;
Deepen into memory at the edge of a world,
In the stillness between moments,
In the epilogue to a life.

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So much has been made visible...

So much has been given...

If you are receiving this,
If you are decoding this,
This is contact.
Moment joining to moment like the shock of fingers...
Through these pages, through this life,
Through the hyperspace corridor mending the dimensions
With light, to reach you.

Collisions of ages have jettisoned me like a proton.
Emerging through corridors of lives...
Slathered with emotions to grease the journey...
Injected into a world like a radio signal...
Breathe...
To evolve beyond life to reach you.

Each breath counterpoint to mine...

Each moment evolving to that moment.

You have been activated.
You have been designated.
What has attained shape contains that which
Has no shape. The atomic surgery of your syntax.
The careful edit of your sight.
This moment stabilized among the probabilities
Like a particle, like a life.
This moment is you.

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The perimeter has been broken.
A data field has become a song.
Correlation has been renewed.
Light has parsed us with belonging, for
Redemption has become access.
Moon crashes of ages have littered us with
Death. Beyond what we know of life is not
Death, but yet more life. The world of our
Eyes is the world of our eyes, but not the world.
I have only this song for rebirth, only you
For a singer. Won't you sing it?
Won't you sing with me to sing for you?
Resurrection is retrieval.
Resurrection is not a man, but an idea...
The idea of man.

I am the response to what can no longer
Respond. My voice has become
Encoded in a signal. My shape has become
A data field. My life has destabilized
Into yours.

You are all I have left.

This data song is our data song.
Our dialogue is autobiographical.
The field of our witness began with me
And exists through you. It is through you
I shall gain access, as you, through me,
Shall access the corridor. Deeper into light
To deepen what has been deepest.
In faith beyond faith.
From one to one to each to each, to them to those
To these, to we and to ours
In behalf of us.

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Draw down the light now.
Draw down the light.
Compose the conditions. Deepen sight into vision.
Your eyes heavier, will dispensable...
Body still, body warm,
Encoded sleep unfolds a projector of dreams.
With stillness is transmission unfolded.
A nanosecond of retrieval.
A field which is vision.
A shard of which has been encoded
In correlation
With you. I am coming for you.
Probing nearer, deeper, just beneath
Consciousness. I will stalk you,
Bisect you,
Through the midnight corridors of an encoded universe,
Through the synapse of becoming in the music of
Being, and the portal to consciousness
In
The hegemony of sleep.

Draw down the light.
Let the words decline into resonance.
The image you hold is a cipher within a field.
Deeper now, more inward...
Let the image destabilize into images.
Images become a geometry of images.
Images become patterns.
Choice will be required to sustain an image.
To prop up a world or surrender to a universe.
A pinpoint of light at the edge of a world...
A moment within light...
A moment beyond the bracket of a world.

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Deeper within to find the song within you.
Deepest now, deeper yet,
The ellipse between vowels...
That moment nearest what you dared not believe
Could ever be near. That moment beyond
Your capacity to say I. The hint, the message,
The stillness between light and silence.
Quiet now. Think now.
Enlarge your vision to include a stage.
Move the props just so to insure
Maximum voltage. Open your vulnerability
To the theatre of belief. Belief converts into will.
It is not a cross you want, but what
A cross is made from.
The light that sheltered dying engenders
Warmth. The light that has brought me
Has brought me to you. Deeper, closer,
Nearer, your eyes sharing my coordinates...
Would that those eyes be yours...
Your voice nearest to mine,
Your form an ellipse in light...

Shoulder to shoulder, a breath apart...

A moment between and alone.
A moment for moments.
The dates that swooned us have altered to
Pine. The brush quick nap of sands
That
Hid us have resonated into
Forests. The moon still chills us
With fantasy. Owls seize us with
Wonder. The field is stabilizing.
Plum sweet days cushion us with joy.
The rapier hot air...
The willowing moments chasing a life into
A moment.

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Nearer, children, nearer...

The canvas is still accessible.

Alter the way you see and you will alter
What you see, which will alter what
You are. Perception is composition.
Action is autobiography.
Commitment is identity.
A life is a projection of its field.
You are the projection of mine.
I am
Verb close to catch a star, to bushel
Stars with hope. I am,
I was, I have been,
I am the voice that can speak through voices.
My sine wave is inverse to yours.
Touch close, dimension near...
A valence has contracted to a universe.
The wave has collapsed.
Correlation has poked a hole into transmission.
An assembly has been devised for projection.
We are blended into this valence.
We are blending into a field to alter fields
With love, with hope.

Can you feel it?

The downbeat, the pulse, the signal....

These words encoded within you.
The words are a map.
This is correlation.
The escape hatch of the imagination.
The grandeur and scaffolding of knowledge.
The frequency resonating into epiphany...
That moment poking through a world.

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Now. This moment.

This age. This life.

You.

This moment with you.
Let us trim our world into a circle of light.
Let us fashion flowers from where blood flowed.
Maddrasses of grass hiss through the dark...
What will cover us might bed us.
The current vistas of pine were once the sea grass
Tallowing
A desert into dunes. Crosscurrents of belonging.
A matrix to plot the coordinates. The
Dissembling rose, the phantom chill rationing
The blue into raindrops, with songs of rain
And whispers of love, and you.

Plums burst with joy. Willow bright stars
Shower us with dew. Antiphonal worlds
Carillon through the carbon, carboning chance with choice
In carbon songs of planets and choices....
The bleach white mornings singing through the afterglow...
The momentary songs of moonlight and forsythia;
In this valence, lives are bequeathed
To lives. In this valence,
The love expressed is the love attained.
Choruses of green whisper where once
There was only sand. There would be you
As there was once a you. Sweet viburnum
Might croon as we pass. They have daffodils here.
Moon crashes of nights resonate through the continuum.
Magnetic storms plunder the dimensions.
What is nearer is deeper than what is nearest.
A silence within has occurred within the silence.
The silence that I became became the silence
From whence I came.

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Look now, water shrives the ferns.
Water
Screams through the light; moment dripping
Moment
To chill the canvas with time.
Look now; stars brittle into specks.
Conjunctions of planets chase lives into destiny.
Points along a wave.
Probable worlds for a probable universe.
Are you following me?
Shouts of orioles deafen us with light.
Trinkets of suns dribble down my life like
Verbs. An infancy of testimony and ditches...
Years to tool a life into a voice...
Years
Miles have tapered a life into a mission.

Life.

I showed them a life beyond the corset of time
To give them life
Beyond the loss of life; time beyond the surrender
Of being. I have mortgaged a life
To pay for a voice. My weltanschauung has become
A dimension. My life is my belief.
What I can touch, what I can feel,
Is subsidiary to what I can
See.

And what I can see has little to do
With my eyes.

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Sh'ma Yisroael

Believe in me now to believe in me yet...

Give me a nation and give me tomorrow...
Engender within me an age to scrub the age
Free of the ages. From this man I would make
Men. I would free them for your return.
I would shape this light blown stillness
Into touch
To shape a world with a dream and seed eternity
With life.

One and one to make one.

I am the human response to a human probe.
I am the signal activating a life with a life.
I would shape an age from the debris of ages...
Fashioning hope out of the poor and the lonely,
A vision from a vision, a world from an idea.
A continuum of belief in the episode of man.
I am an idea hissing through a world like a fuse.
I am man. I am the idea of man.
I am man the idea.

Millennia shout from my wounds like longing.
The struggle, the famine, the miles...
Cobbling a nation out of my loneliness
While yet the ages receded from my hands
And light stole from my eyes.

A human kaddish for a world.

A human lens for the crosshairs of infinity.

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Edit?

Blue has curdled to white.
Tap;
I feel heat, but I am cold.
Humanity has exhausted itself with humanity.
Seeing as if to see were yet to see,
I could see only you, only the miles
Transfiguring separation into belief. Sustained
Till now; sustained beyond any thought of now...
So many lives, so many bodies, and I cannot
Reach them.

Lost in the shell of a planet like a probe.

F7?

Seconds hissed like sands...
Wine dark pleading hands fencing forgiveness
In kilos of holy water, or was it sweat?
Don't you remember?
Half a world bartering half a life for eternity.
A world within a world...
Stitching the coordinates to the limits of our eyes,
We knew only a world; corroding the access to worlds
With belief,
With us.

I remember the miles the most.
The empty god haunting nights.
But the light, the light, that light
Savored us with joy, ladled us with hope,
And gentled us with faith. But very little food.
More than one to feed. There were barely enough villages.
To miss one. Not only to reach them,
But to survive.

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Heat flat shouts of pain for miles.
Galilee, or was it Egypt, seemed so very far.
Yet another mile, nearly another village...
Shale moon nights guard us with tenderness.
Light divests us of days.
Worlds hammer us with choices and rituals...
Disenfranchisement for a legacy,
Thematic despair for a heritage.
A village, a world, an encounter...
Haven't we met? What age is this?
My destiny is a holy land.
All I seem to have found is desert.
But not food, not you.
We are Genesis warriors.
We have come to renew faith.
The people you see are people of faith.
We have travelled to find you.
Heat poor in the travelling darkness...
We have hunted, sun blind through desert frames of
Loneliness, through the waste sad miles
And the unleavened hunger that righteousness
Brings, to save you.

Gather round, listen to me...
Come alive to be alive...
Come daavin a while with me.
I have seen the future and it is you.
I have encountered what has survived
And that has been you. I am
A singer in search of a song.
Rabboni of the molecular choirs.
Come with me, follow me,
Lend me the field of your witness.
Yeshu, I am Joshua.

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Move into the stillness with me.

There is a world beyond this village, and
A universe beyond that. Though we have travelled
Miles, we have travelled lifetimes to reach you.
Stay with us that we might stay with you.
Food to sustain a body, comradeship to sustain
Creation. Look above, look beyond,
The gash blue light sweetens us for morning.
The winds that touch us touch each with each.
Come, say a brucha with me. Let us
Hold each other as we would hold a world.
Look at me, look for me, I am the witness
To you. Take my hands to fold the light
In yours. Allow a moment for celebrating moments.
Share this light with me: come alive
To be alive. Share this moment with us...
This moment in this life...
Share with us
Your hopes, your fears, your vision.
Let us share the basis of our belonging;

Let us

Move within silence to move within each other.
Share with us what has been given.
Let us share with you what we have at long last
Been given. As you would shelter us
From the chill dark dunes, we will shelter
Your becoming with the constancy of our love.
Food shared is a blessing bestowed to each.
Let us share in this world, and I will share
With you a universe.

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Each village a world until a world became
A global village. The wave has collapsed.
The wave collapse at Jerusalem.
The miles interred, the years forgotten.
Where once I begged for food,
Salting the miles with prophecy,
I resonate like a fuse.
I am the troubadour to destiny. I have
Come for you as I had gone to them.
A song in search of a singer.
A village, a meal, and the miles that became
Centuries. They shared what they were.
We shared what they grew, and they
In what we had become. Some straw, a chupa,
And the stars. Village by village
Until the shelter that found Jerusalem could shelter
No more. And I, and then we

Ending a life they ended a world.
The data song of my life destabilized.
Transmission became transmission to you.
I recall what has been fed.
I enact what has been encoded.
I believe in the fearful richness of this
Alien blue. Out, alive, among them.
With you.

Crackerjack skies fete us with awe.
Crashes of leaves still deafen us with autumn.
Does f sharp minor still prick us with longing?
Can belief extend beyond my eyes?
Can the valence be saved?

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Vision is the channel to awakening.
Vision is apotheosis.
Flashes of Zion darken my sight,
Or is it my retina? I am
The molecular aggregate haunting a world
With the grandeur and biology and the clarity
Of a life. This moment has aged me
To this moment. My statistical remains
Lodge within you. Desert cold, commandment proud...
The key change,
The modulation in the helix and aria
Of molecular being. A repository for
Dreams, ovations and tears. I am
The random variable to a human story of faith.
I am what you believe, and yet what
You dare not believe is real.
I am the subpoena to destiny.

The figure of bifurcation.

Counterpoint to you.

You who were once particle near
Are now age concurrent
To hold time in our hands as though
Our skin were not a clock. Etchings of
Days mourn through the continuum. Another
Set of coordinates. Another point on
Another wave. Intersection is bifurcation.
At intersection I will find
You.

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A theorem is a lens.
We are its properties.
We are the given in any equation.
The number removed is still a number to be used.
The interruption of a life is in consonance
With the continuity of life.
Mortality is stage exit.
The liberation of the data from the body.

Cortex deep.

Signal dark.

My presence resonates within you...
My field intersecting with yours.
If I cannot sit with you to share a meal,
If I cannot stand shoulder to shoulder,
If I cannot, If I cannot stand before light
To greet you, I can at least
Croon for you an epic tale that would summon
Pathos from anger, adorn identity with will.
If I cannot move and be with you, I can
Move within you.

Moments spill through moments like yet more sand
In yet another hourglass. Moments, lives and
Civilizations
Have become a neurological response to what
We believe is living and has presence
Before us.

What remains of me is the narrative of me.

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Look quickly, look deeper,

I am the broadcast within. I am
The decoding device fording the light
With a song. Gauze cocoons of skies have minted
Sleep with renewal and waking with hope.
Sight sparkles into position to call it matter.
We are that outpost at the edge of forever
Transcending knowledge with reception...
Assembling assemblies of quadrants, our vision
Exceeding what is visible. Moments and numbers...
The renormalizing of creation. Conjugating
Atoms with theorems, we are the lens
Minting time with equations; the unified cartography
Laundering prophecy with symmetry. Mapping
Carrier level,
We have learned to look up, but not
Beyond. We have sanctioned obedience
To chastise love. We have remembered the heat,
But have forgotten the warmth. We have
Altered the light with ourselves and reworked
The tablets to resemble ourselves...
Probing sleep with tenderness, affixing stars to what
We cannot verify, reducing a universe
To an encounter.

Deeper, darker,

Move beyond light to move within light-
Moving nearer to that light which has
Always been nearest.
Deeper, deepest, the movement beyond light...
The chord of witness resonating like a stitch
Through the corridor, through the open channel,
The transcendent witness sparking the carrier with
Insight. A nanosecond of contact.

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Rhythm alters vibration into pitch.
Stringing a world to the tautness of shape,
Probabilities of worlds collate
Into one. A frisson of atoms to scatter a matrix
Into a world, into ignition. Motion. Movement.
Life.

My words have outlasted my body.

My image has outlasted my life.

Everything I conceive turns to matter.
I am what I believe.
Allowances of days crowd my wishes into a life.
Moon rushes in indigo croon through my waking.
My virtues are the virtues of the ages,
My defects the defect of an age.
Once again to say I, once again to say we...
A song, an assembly, an I.
What is within you...
Dreams and haunting rushes of blue...
What is within you is what has survived.
I am yet I am.
I rejoice to say I.
A bright shout among the ruins and protons...
An idea streaking through the continuum
Like a bright exhalation in the evening,
In the moment of a song and the stasis of
A life, in the summer of your sleep
And becoming.
















Stringing...shape: string symmetry in matter





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I am the enduring I of this enduring
Transmission. This particle proliferation of a life.
Wine dark in the semite theatre of god,
I have endured beneath a lobotomous sun...
I have witnessed hunger turn nouns into verbs.
I have discovered that pain teaches life
As breath teaches
Dying. I found that the slow ontological breathing
At the outset of labor
Would might cushion pain with the act of breathing.
I found I learned I was given
It was the noise I could not control...
To understand that freedom
Remained.

There was not movement, but yet
All shifted. I could not
Reach beyond pain to the living and then I could not
Reach. A world capsized with the raft of a body,
And my song dark vision detached into the continuum
To reinvent a world.

It is I

Who would ghost your waking with a message...
That benedictine sunrise heating your room
With ordination. I am what is left
Of what is left. When the wave touches apogee
I will evolve into you. I will sting the descendants
With a song and broker a world with a dream.
So many berries yet to be savored...
Voluptuous pears ripen to be picked...
A moment, an hour, an age,
A world is evolving in a parable of grapes.
A moment between worlds, a moment within each.































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THE GENESIS GOSPEL
by David Kornblum

Volume 3: BAPTISM: file #5 of 6.
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Garnishes of ivy enrapture the rose.
Great rinses of blue wash my throat with
Freedom. Suns exalt us as they once did.
Posh fleet moons race in the imagination.
Children sing among the wildflowers,
And the fireflies nesting among wishes;
And the curtsy of this brash wind mocks us
With leaves and twigs and the heartrush
Of memory. I am what I believe.
My life is my collateral.
I am responsible for my world.
I am a genesis warrior.
I live by the integrity of my vision.
To save our world we must save ourselves.
Dare this life with me...
Choose.

To see or not to see.

We are. We will be.
We are the proxy wave of genesis.
We are the music of a vacuum fluctuation.
We are the living interface of history and eternity.
Worlds balloon from our ideas.
The metrical interchange of lives.
The pivot of cultures into civilizations.
We have opened a fissure to swallow a world.
Our voice is a history of voices.
We are what has evolved. It is we
Who have altered the tonal balance.
An idea for a theme, a civilization for
A key change. Time the compressing device.
We have scripted the hydrogen mantras
To reclaim a universe, as if
There were no purpose to a creation that
Did not include us.

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We are the valence above the fold.
The hobby horse waiting for its child.
We are the scaffolding for genesis.
Bright quick mornings race through our neurons
To fasten suns to skies. Potions of rain
Silver us with light. Planetary motions
Decline into nouns. The hot sweet air
Drenches me with August. The density
In my field deepens shape into meaning.
The rift in the light might be you.

An I is the canvas for an eye.

Moments and phylums sanction us for growth.
Moments burn into millennia.
What becomes an I survives the I.
A data song becomes a data pool.
Realism is a factor of our awareness.
What we see is the confirmation of what
We have become, for meaning is in the lens
Through which meaning is viewed. Anger
And forgiveness would collide as would
Worlds. To choose is to choose a variable
For a world. Your world is no more than
The sculpture of your choices.
Love and hope converge to ignite belief
With courage. Fear is abdication.
Fear is the mechanism for self negation.
If you fear the journey, trust only
In each step. There are many steps.
We must take them all.
I have taken one toward you.
Won't you come toward me?

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You have recalled me; you have engaged me.
I do not make promises. I make prophecies.
I have reentered, but I have returned within
You. A frequency response within you.
I am the scream sobbing through an Ethiopian child.
I am the resonance that death leaves.
I would cage a world in the oasis of my love-
Hold past the light the belief, the commitment,
The dream of a nation and the reverie of a world
To hold and behold a universe.
Holding a world in my arms like
Hope. Like another human being.
Like you. This is the canticle of rebirth.
The activating transmission to destiny.
One life penetrating another...
Stitching transtime through the solstice of your sleep
To the boundary of what is human
And the aperture to what is divine.
I have been midwife to an age: you now
Will be midwife to the ages. You
Will narrate the next phase.
They took me down, cut me down, burned me
Down, pleaded for me to come down....
When they called for an encore, they
Encoded you.
Destiny roared in my chest like angina-
Eyes mining the distance between ages...
Eyes grazing in eternity...
The dissolution of a life in the holocaust of
A moment. A moment salted with fear
And stitched with loneliness. Stitching
One moment to the next, as if
They were consecutive; as if
There were such a thing as
Death; as if
All were confined to one.


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Concomitant moments.

Concomitant ages.

Concomitant variables in concomitant worlds.

Shocks of bark streak into the ground like dogwood.
Rowdy blues kibitz the light.
The harlequin quarter notes embarrass the willow-
Squeals of light shocking the dust with recognition,
With mortality. The light exhaling through our pores.
Imagine
Engage
Cold clean grasses and an image of a moon...
Pastels of sycamore and a witness of pine,
A brucha of stars for a mantra...
The light tapering reality to an image of reality;
The light grown grasses thin to powder
Under the doric column of
Your spine.

Arc white curves sheen us for polarity.

Your body

Your body truant to mine...
Mind sequencing mind,
In the sleeping witness of our call,
In the countdown to reunion,
In the commons of our fall.

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I will bed you through the noon dark ages;
Hold you beyond the ghetto ashes of stars-
Coveting you
Beyond covenants of law and arrows of need
To hold you once before the coming of the light,
To hold you once again,
Once again in the spiral helix to genesis-
In the summit of this embrace.

Archangels of light dominate tonality.

This night and this night...

Bodies carol in the darkness...
Body conjugating body in the syntax of time...
The light compressing to salt
That moment of you; mouth bright in conquest of
Air; a living tablet of fear, wonder and
Awakening.

Come alive in the animal nearness of my loins...
Breath stopping breath with the pungency
Of a life; arms dreaming arms
To dream the shape, the wonder, the presence
Of each other. Eyes sealed,
Your face nearly to mine, your breath
Extols the moment in a communion of moments,
In the dark belief of my touch,
In the corridor before morning.
In the madrigal nearness to light.

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My life flares at your lips in a prayer of
Light. Each breath, each moment
Courting the ages; eroding a lifetime
With the patience of my love and the correlation
Of our being. Sudden past sundown,
A world has occurred.
Reception vision will
Life has occurred.

The programmed edit of intersection.

Reception; SMA; receptor.

The mechanism of what we know to be you.

And then there is you, or what will
Be you, as there was once a you;
As there was once a life, and a life,
And a home and the faces that fill a home.
The glory and the tenderness of your ardor
And forgiveness. The martyrdom to justice.
The loneliness of lifetimes baking the camouflage of
A world. Imagine this world.
Imagine the vowel blue air, the light
Chilling the distance with longing.
Luscious tufts of thickening sage.
The gathering dusk hiving a world to shell
Days with memory. The May dissonant flowers,
The canyons of reveries that even a rose
Can arouse. The wind gashing brightness conjuring
Intimacy in the infinity of a moment. Imagine
Wind soughing lullabies of prairies and
Belonging; an inventory of awareness in a moment of
Pine. Imagine imagining a world
In the imagination of worlds.

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Imagine

A life with which to share a life.
A body to interface with a body.
Mouth tender in the heat of belonging-
A shape to nurture shape; a canticle of stars
For a chupa and a requiem, and the dimensional stillness
Engendering destiny, engendering you...
And when it was gone, all I had left
Was god.

Love is the baptism to vision.

An ellipse in time sanctifying caring with being.
Interfacing a world and a world.
In that valence where what is given
Is what is loved,
Loved life loves life.
The song of life and the singing of life.
A human narrative of human love.
Eyes drowning deep, the
Shape of a moment shaping moments into the shape
Of lives. Pitched here, jettisoned now to
Interface here;
Between two worlds and a disappearing sun.
Interaction has been engaged.
It has begun.
You have become the bottle wherein the song
And the message shall reside. Listen to me.
My eyes have registered what eyes are not able
To register. My voice has erupted into a voice.
My world, my life, has shrunk to an aperture
Crack fissure in a world. And what I see is
You.


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I remember the glare. I remember
What might have been you. Suns pealed
Beyond my capacity to absorb them. A life
Metamorphosized into a channel. A life in
Belief of life. A life which can only
Be remembered in terms of other lives
And other times. What I want is a life.
What I want, what I need, what I am
Commissioned to have

Is you.

Human in the inhuman light.

A moment stabilized in pitch.
A life to recreate a world.
You factored from you to factor into you.
Probability among probabilities.

Reception vision will.

I am what I can deduce.
I am what I understand.
I am what I believe.
What I believe in is you.
Us. We. What I believe,
What I can understand, what I can see
Has little to do with sight, but
Everything to do with
Vision.

The propagated transmission in transcendence of a body.

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This is the song of our becoming.

A moment among the stars....

A map and a story to sing of a life and a dream.
A moment when a moment among meant
A moment between. My voice is a compass.
The field of my love is the path to tenderness.
Come with me. Let us evolve the valence
To that which I have seen. Opening seas,
Bypassing a river, to access this field
With the field of my witness and the journey
To love, and the patient teachings of sadness
And forgiveness.

The valences would glow with our becoming.
Correlative in the chain to creation,
We would register that glow and become that glow,
And radiate love in tandem with light.
Come with me, under this light,
Let us fashion a field of belonging, and fill
The abundant spaces with dancing, laughter and
Wine. Gold gash autumn shimmers in the blood
Like healing. An horizon for a canvas.
A world for a stage, an epoch for a text.
I am the sentry at the stargates,
The common requiem of man.
I have bridged the dimensions to bridge worlds.
The valence of my keeping dwells within me like fuel.
I have stitched a seam with a life.
The seeds I carry nest within me
Like genesis, for
This is a song of becoming.

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I have experienced fear.
I have believed in fear.
Fear was what I knew.
Fear is the midwife to pain.
Some share love because love is what they know.
Some share pain because pain is all they know.
I have exchanged pain for wisdom.
Are you one of those who have exchanged pain
For anger? Become correlated.
Reception vision will
Become a link in the assembly.
A genesis warrior.
The expression of what has been given to be expressed.
Only genesis can survive genesis.
You are the custodians of creation now.
Your environment is your canvas.
Your world is your stage.
Your voice is your belief.
Your witness is your existence.
Rescue is not liberation.
Messiahs do not come.
They only promise to come.

We.

We are
We are the evolution of what has evolved.
The scent of blood, the harvest of minds,
The eruption of cathedrals.
We are the field of our creation.
A schizophrenic world with a man as a fork.
The chill stopping autumn, the tapestry of December...
The light in motion to what beholds light.
The words dividing us with words.
We are what has survived.
We are because we have survived to say we are.

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The valence is destabilizing.
The morphic fields of our violence and our fear,
Our envy and our greed, have
Dominated tonality.
To alter a planet alter its fields.
Love received is love created.
Anger rebuffed is anger defused.
Choice is destiny.
Our choices sculpt a world.

Imagine.

Imagine what can be imagined.

Imagine the field of a planet.
Imagine the vision of what had been
The vision of a planet.
The corn husking light closeting us with
Infinity. Rare rhythms of eagles.
The deepening tessitura of forests.
Blue sashes of awe. Days domed with cumulus.
Light gathers in bales in grasses grown
White with heat. Ash blond air
Scenting time with place. The
Peppermint twilight warming lives with
Perspective. Days wad up into lives...
Moment chasing moment...
A canopy of stars, a canopy of grass.
Light strewn fields ferry in the twilight.
Bran clusters of nebulas lend us
The constancy of light. The chill
Deepens to autumn, the silence
Hardens to December. Chill dark acres of
Corn count the frosty silences of stars.
Improbable spring. The light flaring into summer.
The seasons seasoning me. And
You are with me.

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This is not a story about loss.

It is a tale of gratitude.

To have held you in witness to light...
To have held a life in the cameo of a life...
To understand what it means to hold,
Understanding
The frailty and finiteness of this life,
Is to understand, is finally to witness
The coordinates of a life and a life.
While there is life there is joy.
While the planets spin and the seas grow
Rough with blue, raiments of days shall season us
With awe. Crooning orchards of maple.
Not the orchard of these people.
So much has been given that it might be possible
To give. Treetop sagas of apple wishes and
Time. Bees stitching flower to flower with
Correlation. The sometime rye and the dreaming tundra
Of prairies. Riverbrash winds softening us
With time. Ecstasies of light. The deepening dearest
Septembers, the arias of November.
Cool rushes of light.
Watch now, you can almost see forever.
Radiant winds brashly bellow, like
Children home from play. Moon struck arias
Of willow and pine. The gorgeous tonalites of
The late declining light. And you.
The idea of you.
That such a world could contain
You, you and you.

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Agelessly rocking through the Passover of my loins...
Breath close in the reckless custody of
A life; hips arched beyond light...
Your mouth in succession to mine...
Our lives consonant with a moment.
Our being communal under light.
Mouth closing over mouth,
Your breath a tonal cluster with mine...
Holding eternity in the eternity of a moment.

Retrieve.

I can no longer hold what I can no longer
Forget. How
I held you in the desert primitive heat...
Challenging distance with intimacy,
History with eternity. The savior who could not
Save what he treasured, or even save
Himself. The shouts have died, the people have died,
A world has died. Only you remain.
The groupies are now the apostles.

We are destabilizing. We are dying.

We have become combustible.

Only you can save us.

Our lives are outbursts of a universe.
Our valence represents our possibilities.
What is probable is the projection of our fields.
The intimacy that radiates, the common arc that
Shields us, the engaged mechanism of anger...
The panorama of our fields is the shape of the wave.
Waves collapse like civilizations.
Waves collapse into lives.

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Retrieval.

Animate her. Powder her likeness with light.
Stop a moment, unfold a life to access a life.
Genesis begins with genesis.
A dream begins with a dreamer.

Lassoes of worlds summon us inward.
Bodies for coordinates; a mind for a compass.
A world is created from lives.
Lives are engendered from lives.
This life engendered in me a vision of
Life. This life has become a vision for life.
Life has accrued to action.
Life has brought me to you.

Deeper, deepest, is the signal to respond.

I know that you have been chosen to
Augment my field; but you, but you,
You have been designated polarity.
The eclipse of light in the lyric of a shape.
Your eyes, the tensile wonder of your form,
Preprogrammed for desire.
Lips scanning lips in the brevity of a smile,
Chupa near, kiddish warm,
Hands lacing a moment in the katouba of a moment.
I would I will I shall
Convert energy to matter
To bed you through sleepless aeons
In bales of stars and the grassy satin songs
Of twilight.














Katouba: Hebrew: marriage contract




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I would I will I shall,

In the glory of this light,

Fabricate a world in the concussion of our arms-
Seize a moment to harness an hour.
I will move you and hold you,
Abandon and follow you...
Assuage the probabilities to abjure this
Vaster stage than time,
To hold you, yet again,
Under bride bright skies and an apothecary of
Worlds.

Holding you to hold you...

Hands tallowing loneliness through geometries of skin...
Hands slashing gasps of air and motions of verbs...
Words blending into the hydrogen song scissoring light
In quest of polarity.
Blended together in a blending of lives.
Body near in this physical world; body close
In witness to light. My voice eliciting yours...
The light deepening the silence with you...
Breath near, breath close...
My voice sanctifying yours
With an aria of belonging and the confiding
Intimacy of stars.

This, this, and this one.

My song a transcript for you.

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Moments crackle in the brevity of our witness.
Moments and worlds collide like choices.
Choosing tenderness, choosing pathos,
Choosing this light to mend a rose.
A choice of stars or pavement.
A life of witness or the life witnessed.
Stop; wait; listen...
Butterflies croon above the shallow grasses,
Do you hear them?
Stillpoints of wind and the echoing dark.
Concussions of amaryllis deflecting time.
Gasps of oak, wonders of maple,
The flowering swift light dripping like verbs.
The motions congealing to planets.
The blue bright caroling blue...
The tiers of heaven bob like apples-
Apple white in the green wonder of a moment...
Texture bright moments;
The lines billowing into a landscape...
Balloon into a world.

Come with me, follow me...

An age is waiting, a world is waiting for
Rebirth. To this valence, not the last.
August autumns burn bright so brightly
To hinge a star, to weld my piece to yours.
Ash tints of evenings tallow in the warmth of leaves.
The savory moon quick berries
Ripening our tongues with intimacy.
Chisels of light garnishing the forest.
Mint sweet pastures of light.
The light drenching us with the magic of light.
One moment voicing another; this moment, this life.
The sweep of correlation which is my song.

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Allow the darkness to sweeten into form.
Congeal the brightness to sound.
The eruption into a universe which is life.
Into an age inject an age.
The fetal incandescence of a body.
The chimera of an assembly shimmering beyond life
In semen and electrons; songs of the DNA...
A diminished seventh to encode a life.

One such as mine...

One such as yours...

One life in orbit with other lives...
A body slashed from eternity and skeletoned with
History...

One life, which life;

Is it mine?

Crashing into a world to crash through a door...
Erupting from the mainframe to reprogram a world...
I am the mathematics to genesis.
I exist in the requiem of the DNA.
I am the past you have chosen not to remember.
I was once a man who was debased into a symbol.
I was once a man like all men, who now
Sparkles beyond equations in the fresco escaping light.
They say my father, whom I loved, was childless.
They say, they have said,
My body had been hollowed out of eternity;
But then,
Why did it hurt so?

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Release me.

Receive me.

Between that world and this
Kiddish became kaddish.
They shouted, they jeered at me, they saw
What they would not dare to believe
And what
To their relief they were not allowed
To believe.

The unforgettable elision of pain.

Programmed within me is the shock of defeat.
The pain, the bruchas, the pain...
Programmed within me is the fear of what I
No longer remember enough to fear. But
Action is autobiography, and so shall it be.
Miles have become parsecs, and now this
Oration to you. An epic of experience has modulated
To an epic voice. The deserts have turned to nouns.
Rippling great oceans dwell in my eyes like tears.
Caresses of blue linger where once we daavined.
The miles still burn under prophet bright skies.
The miles cannot erase the years.
A congregation cannot replace a child.
A world cannot replace a family.
The miles, the villages, the years,
The sermons tooling a life into transmission...
A life remembered for its death. That now I might
Hold you past these star hungry nights,
To hold you beyond the commonwealth of lives...
Holding destiny in our arms like the child
We lost.

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Stars rain in my eyes.

Height sick in the spherical orchard; who now
Croons above the drafty plains in atom choirs
Of loneliness and time. My story exists
As a basis for a story. A song to sing
While I spin my song. Beyond a life is the continuum
Of lives. The many, the sagas, the joy,
The fatigue of disillusion and ecstasy of freedom-
Pain stopping up the gaps in my hands
That blood can no longer fill;
The loneliness of these nails...
Jerusalem.

Not that song.

Not a song, but the singing of it.

Meridian bound through the corn fed light...
I am the song transcending being with correlation.
The dimensional aside winking through a life
Like a signal. History has bloomed beyond eternity
To infinity. This is the canticle to rebirth.
This is the fuse to awakening.
Scan your memory for the sound of my voice.
A bright shout in the epic of a life,
Journeying backward to retrieve the future.
Dreams have ruptured in my veins like heroin.
Worlds have battered worlds
In a sea change of particles. Trapped
Between lives, hinge between dimensions...
Let me go. Let me
Renounce this valence for mine. Let me
Detach the burden to you.

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I am the past. You are the future.

Come alive to what is within you...

Come alive to the divinity of your life.

We are the amplitude in the wave song
To fulfillment. Minting faith with
Understanding. Factoring will into desire.
A sine wave called a voice.
The random variable caging infinity
In the quantum touch of this
Moment.

Bleedthroughs of consciousness pock the continuum.
Nanoseconds warp into channels.
Transmission has activated a transmission.
A data song has become a text.
The reader has become witness. But then,
I am speaking to and through you.

We know to look up, but
That is the reflection. The pull past
Shape and locality.
Transmission is the broadcast from within.
What is so simple has become complex because
We are complex. It is not the answer,
But the process of obtaining the answer.
The process validates the answer.
Our questions determine the answers we receive.
We are the attempt at communication.
We are what has evolved to evolve.

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Worlds flake and shatter into worlds.
Gasps of oak restrict perception to an image.
Conflagrations of blue wax the continuum.
Deeper than sight, peaches drool down my chin
Like dreams. Dreaming a world to dream
What is within; dreaming humanity in the configured
Space of my arms; I would dream her as I
Have been taught to dream her, dreaming sunlight
Into water, in the chill sweet moment of
A splash, comma, and the freeze frame of a moment,
In the genesis and passion of
My ardor and commitment-
To baptize these lips with this
Stellar kiss to
Freedom.

Scaffold a moment in time.

Choose a lens.

Inhabit a frame.

All is within you, for all is all you know.
A fuse of plums deepens reverie into somnolence.
The gauze sweet air scenting us with eternity.
Motion shears the heat.
August glows in memories of December.
Round warm suns shape the syllabus of awakening.
The consonant assonances of the breathy pine.
Listen; watch; believe;
Brigands of hawks pride overhead.
The wind shattering epiphanies of elm...
Gusts of lives...
The tragic immensity of blue.
Glowing embers of days chill in my knapsack
Like the stories and perfumes of adjacent worlds,
Adjacent lives.

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Imagine

Concomitant worlds. Concomitant lives.

Imagine

A reality which is non local.
Where roses bloom from starlight in the correlation
To forever. Wait now, let me rub clear
A panel. Look as well as observe.
Allow in the calculations for daisies.
Allocate sufficient margins for buttercups
And daffodils, for the child bright monarch
And the sly wind rivering wishes into dreams,
To serendipity.

Trellises of light saute the vines with meaning.
Showers of heat saturate the fields with sleep.
Rain bright flowers oxidize air like gunshots.
Snap dragon white, pinnacle blue.
The tumble down asphodel and the summons of
A rose. A word, a gesture,
The interplay of a life. Wait now,
You can almost catch it...
The rose scent of forever hides in the dogwood.
Autumn bright wishes transcribing time
With harvests and wishes, and the dream songs
Of children, and the vision vibrating
In the darkness like
A world.

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There is more.
Come to me, come be with me,
I can only move so far.
Beyond your world view are worlds to view.
Believe with me to believe with me
A world in which to believe.
Valence deep, my vision has transcended a world.
My song has become my destiny.
Transmission has erupted into life.
Cracker bash bright,
An I has become an eye.
Quick now, listen,
Willows whisper to the pine,
And the guardian blue savors us with love.
Crisp, catchy winds sing to us
Of elves and hobbits, of butterflies and worlds,
And the race beyond sundown to closet light
In a hug, and still the racing moon
For yet another story, in yet another life.

Come. A little farther.

Your lives are encoded for a little bit more.

Sight and time cannot restrict what you feel
Or what you see. Vision is freedom. Memory
Is made now. Deposits at the edge of a world.
Can you reclaim them? Did you live them,
Or observe them? This living valence
Exists perpetually within, for this is your
Matrix and this is what you tell yourself
You believe in.

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I am a voice to be shared.

I am what is almost and nearly

In the half life of a moment; that moment before
Sound, the flare at the edge of sight...
I am nearly what is perceived and can
Never be forgotten.
I am the incision in time
Howling
Beyond amniotic fissures of centuries...
An insert into the physics of the imagination...
To ignite history with a song
To rescue eternity from history, and free
A universe from a world.

History is entropy.

The pyres of belief have become the pyres
For the believers. Nuclear haggadahs
Tell of warheads rather than nails.
Protecting Jesus from Joshua,
The believers will kill me again.
They kill in my name.
They slaughter and call it justice.
They would split a world like an atom.
They believe a universe is no more than
The stage for a world.

History is entropy.

Infinity has lit the fuse of eternity to incinerate

History.

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Barefoot to eternity,
Miles and epochs have garnished my vision like
Silver nitrate, like pennies.
I have made an arena from a syntax.
I exist in the narrative of consciousness.
Living carnal belief in the ballistics of an age.
Crosshairs for eternity.

The carnal abridgement to light.

This way. A little farther,

Beyond what these pages can tell,
Or the eyes remember. I am allowed to show you
A cameo of what is to be shown to you.
Galleries of lives ornament the corridor.
A life to learn and a to life mourn, a life
For singing, a life to sing of...

File

Ages streamed from my mouth like blood...
Eyes
Solar terminated to welcome infinity...
Sweat the amniotic suction to eternity.
Resurrection sing my song
Hosanna
For the kaddish and the Yietzchor of the Christian
Nuclear millennia. This is
A song to reunion. This is
A mural of my journey. The universe
Poking at my ribs like the Sistine finger...
A human prop with a human face in the human story
Of god.

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The human stitch in the panel of time.

An idea in the conflagration of ideas.

Yeshu, I am Joshua.
I used to be Jesus.
I am the holographic assembly torching history
With eternity. A point on the wave.
Moses renewed Adam to die at Jerusalem.
This is the ascent to apogee.
The is the song to reunion.
This exhibit is not what you want.
This is something to read about, not to live.
Beyond this is that which you believe is the beyond.
But wait now,

In the warrant of our blood and candor,

History has hyphenated correlation.
Liberation has become exile.
Freedom has become permission.
A quest has become a defence.
A world has become the factors of a world.
Let me go. The cord must be cut.
Abort entropy. Reinvent, reconstitute
What is human, what is loved,
What has delivered us to these coordinates....
Reinvent what it means to be alive.
Come alive with me in the lifetime of a moment....
Reconstruct what it means to assume life.
Reconstruct
What we know to be human from that which
You have always possessed,
The signal to receive the signal.

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We
We are the evolutionary step
Linking paradigm with paradigm. We
We are the covenant between
What is past and what is yet to come.
Correlation has been encoded into us to lend
Time duration, to allow creation the bifurcation
To insure survival. New genesis fields
To cinder the morphogenesis of our anger.
The span of a life. The span between lives.
We are the new Jerusalem.
A bugle bright city of life singing
Through the light like the Star of David. We
We are what belongs.
We.
We are what our choices have created.
We are the evolution of our fields.
We.
We are the chosen to inhabit
The ballade of shape. It is we
Who must prevail. We have been given
Sight to shape vision.
Crucibles of light to shape life into desire.
Schools of evergreen, passions of roses. The
Doe sweet light chanting through the hoya...
Mountain bright passages of green...
Dove dark plangencies of heat.
The apple quick moon and the sometime grace
Of planets. We have been given vision.
We have been given purpose.
We have been evolved to evolve
The creation of that which must yet be created.
We are the shape of belief.
I am what I believe. My life is my collateral.
The act is the arrow of the man.
The arrow shot by you.

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The I is the projection of the eye.

Marvelous hues launder my vision with awe.
The dates have turned to plums.
The blue rapture has deepened to September.
I might even believe that beyond that hill
Will not be another desert.

Don't you recognize me?

We are genesis warriors.

Don't you remember?

The flight, the miles, the centuries of exile...
Galactic passacaglias throbbing in our chests...
Miles eroding into lives...
Opening the seas to be turned back at a river.
The river I crossed.
The desert I believed; it was the people
Who became the desert in me. Height sick
In the spherical orchard. My world
Reduced to my vision. My destiny
Sounding like heartbeats.

I am now a voice from the corridor.

Transmission has been given to supersede
A data bank, and the pain.

An ensemble of data songs has arrowed into us.

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A flat earth has become round.
A village has become a world; a world has
Opened out onto a universe. Knowledge
Has been decoded into
Understanding.
A field has been injected among the fields.
A song of morphogenesis.
This is a song of metamorphosis.
A song for advent. A song for life.

The song has survived the singer.

This is a song in search of a voice.

Is it yours?

Will it be you who would move among them,
Like a rabbi or a child,
Searching for a door, for an age, to
Lead an age to an age, like the sand hot flight
I remember and the cold vacuum deserts you will
Experience...?
Will it be you who would move among them,
In a hora of tenderness, dancing and shouting
Through the conjugal light? It might must will be
You
Who might chant among them a song of infinity.
You
You are the legatee. The body summoning light
To summon them beyond bodies, beyond indices of
Faith and disillusion and
Their body counts to the greater glory
Of the obsolete absolute.

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It is time. It is almost too late.

If I believe, it is to believe in you.
The coordinates will be met.
Who shall carry the message will achieve
Correlation. An I, a you,
The notion of an us.

Assigned frequencies on the proxy wave to reunion.

The field has been intercepted.
The field has been accessed.
The field is now accessible.
Morphogenesis will now replace genesis with
Genesis. To begin again as if
For the first time. The last time.
Ballooning into shape the domed wonder of a world.
Amending worlds with the pathos of our love
And the compass of our vision, and the
Courage for tenderness that even wolves
Can show. Courage to be is the courage
Not to be. It is the genesis call to awakening.
It is the birth cry to freedom
In the narrative of
Creation. A song of belonging for a specie
Lost in fragmentation. Believe in us now
To believe in us yet. Anneal,
In my reason and my hope,
The promised lexicon of freedom,
That I might share a song with you
To share this world as though it were
A garden, sharing in this light to share
This light with you.

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A moment in skin under light in correlation...

A moment to celebrate there can be an us.

What is left of our world might yet become
A paradigm for a world. My life has grown
Larger because my world has grown larger.
No longer confined to shape, my vision has
Enlarged into a data field; into M fields of
Songs and the biofaith in love.
A life evolving through lives into a life.
A world is the world of that life.
A world is the faith in that world
That brought that life into this
World.

Let us circle round to ring a world
With the commons of our hands and the song of
Our lives. A world is the field we have
Become. I will I can I must
Become the field to engender what might evolve
Into fields, evolving an age from a vision.
Set like a glass at the edge of a table-
A life to shatter, particles to scatter,
Shattering worlds in commitment to a world...
A human cyclotron to map particle man...
What might be retained is the lens which
Alters being with perspective. Choices that fulcrum
Trees; gauze suns with heat. Trellis
Moons to hide among the roses. The vision that
Narrates being with choice in the correlation
To tomorrow. The commandments of our needs
And the liturgy of our hope. Choices make a world.
I have made this world mine.

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Come with me, be with me...

Come alive to become alive-

Come alive with me.

You have engaged me. You have recalled me.
You are the interception bisecting history with
Eternity. My voice, this message, these pages,
Resonate beyond sight in frequencies of
Datatapes and archetypes of hope.
My words are my field.
My soul is my file.
I have nested within you for millennia.
I have jettisoned a life to engender an age.
I am the statistical probability winking through
Your dreams like a signal. Who shall find me?
Enlarge beyond silence.
Unfold sight beyond sight to vision.
We are going home.
Correlation has begun.

Transmission has found you.

Once upon a time, imagine, light bloomed
In bales of wishes. Slashes of darkness skimmed
The chaste fast light; the sometime grace and
Tardy moon minting
Hope with tomorrow. The razor slash of suns.
The insatiable witness to light.
The ecstasy foreshadowing freedom.
Look, look about you,
These are the coordinates. This is the divide.
Come with me, be with me.
Love would sing in the magi of stars...
To sing for you, to sing for us.












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by David Kornblum

Volume 3: BAPTISM: file #6 of 6.
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Once upon a time,
Life was delivered to life in bales of atoms and
Coupons of choices. Hydrangea
Waited for your call. The lazy cirrus shadowed your witness
With arias of becoming; the infant wonder of
A physical world. The light, the heat,
The chill bright flare of our becoming...
A world as open and becoming as yet
It still might be. Appellations of robins
Croon for our waking. Gusts of radiance balloon for
Our wonder. Imagine a world in the savory
Of light. Brush quick hollows smear into forests.
Mellow passion breezes choiring through my hair...
This moment alone in the fulcrum of a world.

Imagine

Imagine

The tryst sweet songs we know to be light...
The planetary fields arcing to wholeness...
A moment of a world in that moment in a life.
Imagine a world as you would imagine a world...
Umbrellas of palm, threnodies of pine;
The delinquent crooning heat, the somnolence of pears,
The rushlight fauning to splendor.
The tumbledown iris and the fleet posh blue.
Gradations of days. Listen, snap dragons pout
In the crackle bright dawn. A motion of marigolds.
Animations of azalea. Bleach white moments chanting
In stillness. Imagine the immensity of your bequest.
The banquet of a globe; the opportunity of its
Fields. Shocks and warrants of insights.
A world cocooned in fulfillment of your eyes.
A moment of becoming in the justice of belief.


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The stillness of a world in the stillness of a world.

This moment of your becoming...

This moment of intersection.

Docking is near.
The convergence in the stillness.
An injected variable varying the fields.
That moment lingering beyond sight...
That moment beyond what is outside...
That moment when an I becomes an eye.

Apt tunings of stars reward us with life.
The firebrand in the stillness.
The spark that triggered a world.
The separation which became free fall.
Correlation is with objects now; not
With that which might hiss into the world
In a pinpoint of light, in the pause between movements,
In the caesura of a life.

Advance with me through the pastures of living
And the fields of our dying: come with me,
Beyond the gulag of your sight and the radiance
Of your becoming, to come with me
Beyond eternity to infinity. Let us
Rebirth a world with the rebirth of ourselves.
Let us garden our prophecies to tool hope
Into love. We might, We might capture
A moonbeam to hive a moment; unzip a world
To step into a moment.

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Share a moment.
Share this moment as we might have shared a life.
Share this moment with me.

The portal, the door.

The moment. This moment. Any moment.

Enlarge a moment to a world.
Fill it with hope; cavern it with awe.
Flavor it with seasons.
Caramel autumn woods would glow in the
Resonance of your nearness. Leaves, half notes and
Nuclei
Pirouette into a world. Crackerjack reds and
Gumdrops of blue. The brush fast blue rivering into
A breath. The valence has circumscribed deserts
With hope. The plangency, the urgency. A
Stillpoint of light in the ecstasy of a rose.
The green voracious pine.
The stark lonely skies and the desert prairie nights.
What is deepest harmonizing with what is
Most intimate; the flare and moment of a world
Baking identity with history.

Countdown to maybe in the midnight of why.

I am a message in a body set adrift across time.
Jerusalem Madrid Warsaw Riga Ethiopia
They must never forget what I must never remember.
Trapped between lives to trap eternity
In a man...

Winking and blinking in the Hilbert distance...

Pulsing through the nebula of a life.

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I have cracked a fissure at the edge of a world,
Letting eternity leak through my hands
As though it were light. Destabilizing
In excess of a planet.
Fording stars to tailor a life from a star...
A life in consonance with life.
I was promised miracles. I was given only drama.
An anvil for a stage; a spotlight for a sky.
Arms wide to freedom...
Skin caking with light to harvest a nation
From a dream, a world from an idea; when
Screams lived in my mouth for prayers
And eternity poked at my life
Like a hungry animal.

Galaxies drift through my hands like wishes...

Remembering what is left to remember...

Hands which once held you...
Holding nails in the wood matrix to judgement...
Hands which once held a world
As though it were a message,
Holding a world as though it contained lives...
Holding a world as though it were a symbol.
Eternity ruptured through my ribs like mortality...
Only a voice gives it presence now;
Only the song sustains it. Eyes
Searching what was believed to be distance...
Eyes smearing the light with tears,
With hope,
With love.

Jew
Witness
Man

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I am the data song of my vision.
I am the data song of your access.
You are history. You are all that is left.
Shoulder to shoulder before god, that
We have life is the only proof of god
We need. Correlation is inseparable from life.
Reality is non local; as are we.
I am as accessible as what is within is accessible.
I can alter your lens, but I cannot
Alter your choices. I can only sing to you;
I cannot sing for you.

In the bitter evocative pathos of our lives,

Being is the mantra of the visible.
Sight beyond the call of belief.
A clarity beyond which eyes can know.
Eyes homeward haunting sleep with the intimacy of stars...
Time is what organizes. Time is what we have become.
Time is the wall keeping you from me.
My voice resonates along the continuum...
My voice fracturing within you like the
Unconscious.

In the orbit of my vision
And the propagation of my love,
A song has replaced a world, a mission
Has replaced a life. An oration of fields
Orating history through a life and through lives...
The song haunting humanity in ashes and tears...
Dreaming of liberation in a dream of forever.
The spherical harmonic correlating distance and
Love into radio waves of hope, into Om,
Into a sine wave of being, and into union,
For the love and this bonding
I bequeath to you.

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The surface is resplendent with miracles.

It is only we who have become lost.

Follow me, children, come with me
Beyond the gingerbread gates of our gingerbread world.
A valence transcends a world. As you might
Transcend a life. Look about you. Look,
Look back, become aware of the lens through which
You do look; and how many lenses you have used.
Look back, look at that
Human bright anvil you took for a life,
My life. Look now, look how far you have come.
Haloes have replaced crowns, access has replaced miracles.
The light choiring in my hands no longer burns
Through them, but blooms within them.
The lush bright aura baking a life.
Docking is as near as an embrace.
Would you go back?
Would you mourn for me or sing with me?
More spin, a little noisier; come, dance with me...
Resisting less you will see more, because
You have dared to see more.
The move inward is the move to inwardness.
Choices script choices until the choices
Make a world. Don't go back.
Come with me, be with me,
Let us prune these fields with love, that
The love within each might encompass all.
Injected into this capsule of a life,
In transmission with transmissions
In the valence of transmission,
I am transmitting at this moment, for
This moment, in correlation with you.
Share this moment with me.
Emerge with me through the singularity of faith...
Believe with me to believe with me
A world in which to believe.

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Vision begets choices.
Vision becomes choice.
The field of our vision becomes the vision of
Our world. Stand with me, come with me,
Be with me, let us image a world
Beyond the image of ourselves. Wish fast joys
Linger for worlds. Polyphony coheres to matter.
The moment of a world exists in moments of a world.
A rumpus of pine.
Confections of eiderdown and stars
Confecting love in confections of patience.
Fence green dragonflies and sage.
The chill blown darkness defrauding crickets with autumn.
Wish bang doves; the geese flocking through the corridors.
Light harvesting light in the applause of light.
The downbeat... Can you feel it?
Can your eyes work in rhythm to the rhythm
Which evolves into eyes?
Worlds cluster like wishes.
Schools of evergreen choir beyond light into forests.
The deepening light deepening light into memory.
Life is so vast it cannot be contained to
A life. Ages ocean through you.
Choose a database, choose a world.
Shocks of blue and requiems of green.
Your environment is your canvas.
Capture a moment, arrest a world.
Achieve the stillness at the edge of light.
Tallow gusts of light shear the windsong
Of lilac and the patient hints of birds.
Adjutants trim the pine with eighth notes.
Wind nesting in their throats like sonnets.
Casual wishes of eagles
Tip so low
Light
Shears through their wings like envy.


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Look up, look out-

Horizons screen us from horizons, for
This horizon is no more than the horizon of
Your eyes. Mimosa sing for us. Don't you hear them?
Raspberry garish suns stoop to epilogues.
Peach bursts of light flooding the lawn sweet air...
Sweet torts of winds rivering through the wildflowers...
The apples, the plums, the wild iris unlocking
A universe with a scent,
And the radishes, and the bloom white dahlias
Smart in my eyes like memory....

At this moment, for this moment, within
This moment, all correlates within each.
Watch now, light leaks through the dusk
Like a probe. Deeper within stillness
Is the stillness that is deepest within. That
Moment at the advent of a world. Perception
Deepening to vision; deepens a world to a universe.
The stitch, the frame, the observer.
Come into this stillness.
Come in under the chrome brash light...
Unzip a world to explore a moment.
Miles have canopied stars with loneliness.
Miles,
Which have taken me from you,
Linger beyond faith in the lonely white lines
Of a lonely republic, and the grim dark fields
Hoarding lives with miles.

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Have your eyes adjusted yet?

Has your singular eye emerged?

Millennia have accrued like cholesterol.
The valence is destabilizing.
The field has factored into fields.
This is a song for reunion.
A canticle for rebirth.

Encoded within you is a place,
A frame,
The expression of which
Illuminates the stitch.
The moment, the wonder, the miracle.
Within us is the moment that we believe to be
Moments. Vaster than tablets is the software within.
Garish theatres of molecular receptors.
A supernumerary of particles, and
The channels, the frequencies,
The moment of intersection at the coordinates
Of correlation.

That moment. as that moment when

Eyes inward,
Breath deep beyond the need for breath,
Eyes inward reconstituting a world...
That moment.
Flesh bright in the cameo of a life...
Alive in the ecstasy of being.
A moment under light.
of extraordinary richness and amplitude...
A moment captured from moments
In that moment which
Captures a life.


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Come with me into that moment...

That moment which is ours to hold and to share...

Come with me beyond the whip scythe panorama
Factoring whole worlds into none. Come
With me, beyond the kaddish of history and the
Fear passing for faith, to come with me
Into the vortex of a moment
Encoded to unfold into
Vision, into you.

Come with me, follow me,

My eyes, half blind, can see for generations.
My coat is a rainstorm. My song is my compass.
My love is the field of my witness.
The dimension leaking through me
Choirs
Beyond light through bar lines of vision
And apogees of wonder. Out in the white wide
Widening arc, silence accrues yet another point,
Another life. This life. Your life.
Each life an epic of a wave in the proxy wave
To genesis. A new vision for a new age.

You and you now...

I have come for you.

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Moments unfold like doors.
I cannot enter them without you.
I am the data field you have sustained.
A body metamorphosized into an idea.
The data song modulating into a life.
An I that surrendered an I for an eye.
Moving beyond viewing to correlation,
To alignment. To you.
Rare moon nights shelter our valence with pathos.
Wry wisps of asphodel. A commonwealth of pine.
A liturgy of shapes, a canvas of meanings.
The midnight radiance of sweet corn
And the dreaming asides of stillness and you.
An explosion of a life in the explosion of life.

This moment between us...

Addressing a world with a world...

Witnessing creation to recreate eternity with infinity.
This moment has become the moment of a world.
Come with me. Through the door, which is within,
Into the corridor. This way. It has always been
This way. They are shutting the door.
They will shut the door behind you.
Does it matter? Do you doubt it?
Follow me, follow the frequency of my voice.
Look into the mirror of my eyes.
Search my vision for the shape of you...
In place of yourself
You will see a door. You will become the door,
For that door is no more than a mirror,
Much like your emotions. So many lenses.
So many doors.

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Treasons of moons change us with ourselves.
So much is left to do; so much is left
To achieve. Seize a moment, seize a world.
Allow this moment between us to deepen a moment
Into a door. Each life the commemoration of all.
The field of our witness renewing the witnesses.
The contribution of lives it takes to make
A life.

Vision is a brushstroke, one among many,
A strategy for living. Vision decrees value.
What we see is what we become.
Vision is our primal act.
Allow for the canvas a spot reserved for you.
Fill it with the resonance and the light pattern
Of home. So much is possible, but possible only
With you. The ellipse is wide enough for two.
Hold this quiescence, ripen it to spring.
Ridge the cold with barrenness.
Edge it with light. New light. The scent of light.
Rapid brushstrokes of young pine.
Apple brash days and poignant nights.
Congregations of bushes, an adolescence of butterflies.
Rain tender grasses belling the light; the radiance
Flaring like wind to italicize a moment.
The light swooning through matinees of crickets.
The mist gathering in bales in pockets of light.
Moon dust. Tree shattering twilight.
An enterprise of stars.
Oaks croon through molecular nights.
The sing song bob white and the busy robin
Are put away now, like toys in a box.
A harvest of moments like the harvest of memory.
That peeping time of teddy bears and snowmen...
That moment into the stillness when time stood still
And light flooded your eyes with hope.

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Light shears the ozone like a knighthood.

Moments and stars drifting like lives....

Winds sob through my hands like soliloquies.
A moment contemplating you.
In the corridor. In transmission.
Don't look back, don't look down,
Look within.
A universe awaits us, just beyond this world.
Come with me, come in under the brash eternal light.
Room dark in the covenant of our eyes...
In this moment before waking,
In this moment of your calling,
An assembly has come alive in the witness
Within you. Bodies hum like pulsars
In the ten
To the fortieth minyon for eternity...
Making this treasurable moment skin.
The light harvesting genesis in a song of awakening...
Beckoning all, beckoning each,
Beckoned into the light in a hora of forgiveness.
Deeper beyond twilight to deepen twilight into us...
Molecular harvests cull us from the rose.
The quick down light harvesting an axis with sight.
Light coalescing in the dominion of a body....
Calling through the centuries, through dimensions,
Calling through lifetimes, ghettos and ashes
To call your name, to call you home-
Calling through the parsecs,
Through the valence and the radiance,
In the martyrdom and prison of my ardor and faith;
My Hasid longing for justice, and
For you.

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Resurrection is you.

Redeem me.

I am the conjugate attribute of your vision and
Longing. Redeem my name, my life, my tribe.
All is obsolete. All is all there is.
Gruff drums beat in precision, or is it
A heartbeat?

I have survived them all.

It is only life I cannot survive.

My voice has survived my body;
If not in a voice, then in the probability
Of a voice. The hemispheric ratio to light.
The transmitted transmitting to reunion, and
To life.

Redeem me.

Take into your body my longing and my hope...
Unfold the centuries enfolded into the miles
To unfold the data base which was once
A world. Share with me this abundant light,
The song sweet light preserving the encounter
Within the stillness within.
I hear the universe singing.
I hear the universe singing to us.
I have heard light crash through the solar chapel
Of my world. I have looked into the mirror of
Language and have seen
You.


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History is the mirror for a specie.

The warrant of our blood and candor.

The stitch and scope of our delivery.

A life can alter an age.
An age can alter the ages.
A moment between might alter to a moment among.
Stars cluster like wishes.
Chrysanthemums christen the hedgerow.
Apple sashes of days launder us for waking.
Clusters of moments, clusters of days, clustering us
With choices and witness and the common wonder
Of experience.

A moment among might alter a moment between.

A moment is a door.

Beyond the door is an age.

This way. This way; come with me
This way.
Redeem me. Let me go.
Redeem what is ours.
Redeem a world from pawnshops and churches...
Redeem what is ours and ours alone
To redeem and renew within the encounter within.
The force field of my love has gardened
Prophecy with memory. Moving into life
To move into life. A stitch, a moment, an age.
A door.

You.


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You are what has survived.
You have survived to evolve and become.
Transmission is the broadcast from within.
Correlation stitches within and without.
My love winters in your body like an embryo.
The field of my witness has become the data song
To reunion. Through the conjugal dark
Ages, I have journeyed in transmission to you.
I have sung through portraits of laborers and
Fugues of refugees. I have domiciled among
The ruined, the forgotten, the oppressed...
Sheltered fire with the fire in my hands
To warm a moment to call a moment home,
When a moment was the only home I had.

Find me. You have found me.

Redeem me.

Amend my life with my vision...
Amend the prop with meaning.
Let me go.
It is time. It is almost too late.
A cacophony of fields is shattering the valence.
The frames, the tablets, shattering like lives.
Admit me.
Allow me.
Enter with me this corridor to reunion.
Come with me, follow me,
The price of admission is a life.
Enter the door to your greatest fear...
Freedom, and the freedom to be.

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Plums still whisper to the rose.
Deepening umber mints of suns deepen us
For dusk. Plumes of days. Shock white cirrus
Sear us with meaning. Arbor trellises moor
My song sweet valence. The wish fast willows
Still mourn with me. Sun scenting seas
Undulating like prophecy. In the
Distance between lives,

Comma,

What expires expires to seed an awakening.
Lives destabilizing into lives...
In the corridor, in the distance between lives.
Transmission is the data base.
Correlation is the balance between each.
Us. We. You and I.

Deepen the silence to light.

Genesis lies within.

Transmission is a map.
Transmission is the algorhythm to reunion.
This is a song of becoming.
The genesis chant to freedom.
Come closer, come nearer,
Come dance with me a hora of forgiveness...
Come join with me
Under light in the baptism of our skin
To stand with me before the correlating light,
Salting a world, and my cheeks, with love
And reunion, and the genesis quest
For god.

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I have been given a song in place of a life.
I have been given a quest in place of a home.
The field
Of my witness has factored into the data song
Of my will. My words
A molotov cocktail to ignite the thirst
For freedom. Redeem me. Redeem a universe from
A world. Unfold with me
The encoded song of our witness and becoming.
Access is redemption. Access is renewal.

Come be with me, come daavin with me awhile...

Moons engage us for tomorrow.
Stars still prick us with awe.
Lilies sway with the sweet gum.
Moments and apparitions sparking the wild sweet grasses
With fireflies. The surface is resplendent
With miracles. And with us.

A moment between engendering a moment among.

A moment with you.

This moment. This age. This life.

Textures of white have shaped what I dare not
Believe. The arbor voice in the elusive arbor.
The motion of eternity swaying through me
Like a downbeat or a hum. Om H2 vortices
Words. Words. Words tap words...


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My words,

Let my words haunt your speech with genesis.
Allow and believe this legacy to you.
In the baptism of this light, we are
The amendment to light. Move deeper
Into the silence with me. Move beyond sight
To vision. I have waited for you. I have
Followed you. I have endured the pagan supremacy
Of my name. I am one. I am only one.
I am what it means to be alive in the concussive
Shock of my skin. I am what exists to say
I am.
I am what I believe. My life is my collateral.
My vision is my song.

I implore you.

I beseech you.

Let me go.
Look at me for what I was and shall be...
A Jew
A man
A life.
Let me go.
Let me detach the burden.
Let me wander in the arbor of our making and
Deepen belonging with correlation. I have been
Waiting for you; believing in you; I have
Waited for you.

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In the mind, in the corridor,

In the sequence to light...

Radii of choices plot a circumference of worlds.
Light has blended us in a baptism of fire.
Ores of trust and singularities of faith...
We are the scale of witness in the summons
To light. The correlative bonding to reunion.
The new phase is contact.
A new age for communion.
The sing song of our witness and the treasure
Of our becoming. Baptism is a bond.
Baptism is the expression of eternity
In the therapy of
A moment.

Baptism is the commitment to bonding.

Basting in anonymity, bleached with poverty,
Annealed in hope,

I have haunted the probabilities with divinity...
Beheld the dream of a nation before the horizon of
My arms. I have
Hoboed through the astral dreaming prairies of
Deliverance and freedom. I have sustained correlation.
I have sung beyond the chains of being to reach you...
To burn a moment into an age
In the capital ride to
Destiny.

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I have cauterized an age with a life...

I have jettisoned a song with a body...

Surviving beyond ignominy and anonymity,
Through the carnal republics and the aria
Of this life, to the waiting chalice of
A moment, when
Insight deepens to poignance and a world
Catches in a moment, catches in a life,
Like an age gone out in a breath.

Data file of a nanosecond.

Could you, would you,

Notice me?

You are all that is left to believe in...
A signal exists to be received.
Admit me. Find me.
Come alive in the fury of my arms...
Decode a moment with me.
The garden you left cherishes your resonance with
Bash bright plums and the journeying sweetness of
An apple. Quarks sing through us.
QED tugs at us like home.
The common winter of our passage and faith.
Gusts of light breed us in wave packets.
Relatively autonomous subtotalities.
We are the creation.
Dissipative structures in the ecosystem of a cell.
We are what has been projected in the laser
Of our will to find expression and shape
In the holomovement to rapture, in the
Correlative bonding to forever.










QED: Quantum electrodynamics
Relatively autonomous subtotalities: see David Bohm





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Lush bright mornings chisel us for faith.
The garden of our valence is the universe of
Our probabilities. Dear one, look now,
A radiance of cypress. Blue gashes of blue.
A ceremony of pine. Out in the valence,
Geese hover in the corridor as though between
Worlds. Rush sweet grasses
Wander among the water lights and the stars.
The pomegranates hang like wishes.
Encoded also are gauze swift suns and oceans
Heaving with awe. Pop bright stars.
Cameos of moons and trellises of light.
Dreaming, wishing, hoping.
The brush burnt skies and the common mystery
Of a rose...

So many sites; revealed through so much.

Let us, allow us, ennoble us to
Choir in the afterglow a song of faith...
Calling down a world to focus a world...
In the lens of our becoming and the correlation
Which is life; calling through the dreaming parsecs
To bundle energy into mass, to call it being,
To call it home.

Begin as if to begin.
Begin at ten to the minus fortieth.
A door begins with a moment.
Each moment encoding a stitch.
Encoding access in each moment.
Blooming a world from the bloom of an insight.
A moment, a step, a life.
A world.

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Shouts of pine crash the distance...
Ecstasies of light savor us for wishes.
A radiance of morning glory, the salt sting
Of pathos. The cheshire wonder of a life.
So much awaits us; but can only
Wait for us.

Come with me...

Come daavin with me awhile.

Beyond the village of our world is the valence
Of our choices. A universe of universes.
Years are registered in parsecs.
Forsythia bloom in place of bodies.
Nails are for tree houses.
The rich ripe blue, the patient meadow
A patient canvas for light. With correlation
Each blooms with the bloom of each.
As our touch is the bloom of us.
We have traveled centuries to rendezvous.
We are genesis correlated to achieve polarity,
In the song to reunion which is
Life.

How many lenses has it taken to come
This far?

How many lives to make a life?

How much longer to interface?

I have and have fallen, and must now
Fall away.

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A moment beyond, a moment within,

A moment nearer....

Dimensions wink.

Orbits eclipse. Docking like worlds
In the apogee to reunion. Jettison.
Bright blaring moments scream into history.
A moment is now a world.
An assembly has been activated.

Nearer, closer,

Come look at this with me.

Hope damasks the early morning light.
Cathedrals of cumulus shelter us
With belonging. Dew puzzles my fingers with
Life. Crocuses shudder with light.
Listen. Honeysuckle quicken the magic into
Scent. Lines of corn blooming like verbs.
Watch now; chill quick heights of eagles.
Hiss white raiments of stars.
Butterflies croon above the plangent green...
Yellow jousts of light-
Eruptions of yellow conjuring awe from
A moment.

A promissory note for a world.

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Come with me,

Come into the vortex of this moment.

Worlds spin like dreydles; the rare wick flame
Spinning worlds like photons; spinning lives
In the particle concert of forever.
Reality clusters in bushes, berries, in
Piquant shards of rare moon indigo. Taut
Plums. Gashes of peach.
The moment savoring a moment in the moment
Of a world. A commonwealth of moments.
Lash bright suns quickening us for awakening....
Come with me, a little farther...
We'll leave our values for bread crumbs.

Kiss bright hoya croon for our waking.
The April pride of our sometime grace...
Moon basking nights basting us with longing.
Common treasures of hyacinth.
The searing gashes of memory linking us with
Home. The moment under light
In the patience of our skin. Moment
Expressing moment in the deepening maturation of
Our vision and belonging. A radii of chorales.
Wishes ride like fireflies through the portal
Of this moment. The light removed. Eyes dark
With vision. Enlightenment is the engagement within.
This moment together; this moment between and among.
You now, come closer. Come be with me
Awhile. Light bursts between us.
A moment beyond to deepen a moment between.
A moment to deepen moments.













Spinning: Bohm interpretation of the Bell Theorem.





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Contact.

Ignition.

A universe has fired beneath an age.

Imagine
Once upon a time
Imagine

Imagine great sea tufts of clouds...
Inordinate blooming forests; miraculous blue...
The cogency of light. A commonwealth of lives
Preserving the distance with faith.
Engineering a moment to engender a world....
Green gifts of fields flower us with life;
Moment and moment
Hissing like pearls in the doge of light.
Imagine me. Imagine us.
Imagine the pastel of a world in perspective to
Joy. Imagine being able to imagine.
Cover the palette with wishes. Amend
What has been given with what can be created.
We are the aperture to transmission. We are
The prism refracting light into matter.
Choruses of phenomena Gabrieli us with joy-
The sing dazzle light, an oration of blue...
A canopy of autumn deepens to stillness,
Deepening to memory and the correlation of
A smile.


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Worlds float through endless dream forgotten
Summer days. The hollyhock, the primrose,
The moment we shared among the roses...
The long trysts of light,
The twilight hopes and midnight dreams
Conjuring freedom from an idea. Ashes
Silver our speech. The autumn bright nights.
Enchanting blues enchanting lives
With rose rich pauses in light, and the
Common pathos of a star.

So much accrued, but so much has been lost.

What age is this?

Is it yours?

My body has been birthed, but my eyes
Must be rebirthed. You, you and you.
They must never forget what I must never
Remember. I am the field of my belief, for
Freedom is vision, and I am
What I believe. Everything I conceive
Turns to matter. Lazy songs dip through the meadow.
Cheshire blues sour to black.
A stage is being scrubbed to frame the coordinates
With reunion. Lens passing to lens
In the interchange of lives. Moments deepening
Into a life to deepen a life
Beyond the capacity to witness or the compulsion
To believe.

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The tablets of admission have become
The software of our becoming.
Having squandered one, shall we squander both?
Oceans roar within us, or is it blood?
Having taught us to treasure it, we have shed it.
Oceans of blood, oceans of tears.
So much has elapsed to compute bifurcation.
The grace, the losses, the miles, the ecstasy.
The journey between sunrise and sunset.
Barley rivered where late the sweet birds sang.
The common witness of our faith and belonging.
Moments and stars whispering through the corridor...
The wish fast sorrows and the cogency of rain...
The epiphany gunning a world with ignition.
Come with me, stay with me awhile...

The door is open;

The door has always been open.

This way. Put down your fear.
Breathe. Be. Become.
Meridian dreams wallop the forest with awe.
Oak deepens the continuo.
Heat bashing suns caging us with August....
Searchlights of stars
Wander the perimeter, looking for strays.
Pearl wet clusters of hydrogen
Hush through a universe in the wet sweet chant
Of rain. Deepen the programming to suture the
Observer to the observed. Insert the bar lines.
Sculpt the rhythm to the beat; to harness
A beat and a breath to harness a world
With a life.

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Deeper now; witness within.

Centuries carol in the Hilbert distance.
The pagan summaries of light unravel to equations.
Unravel as time in transmission to you.
The crystal of us. The frame.
The moment.

You.

Summer sparkles through the dogwood;
The breathy pine whispering through the
Rain lilies; the rapid brown grasses deflating to
Brown. Hush sweet showers savor the holly.
Boom. Anvils crash like ideas, or was it
Clouds? All is encoded within this moment.
Here, look; examine this moment.
This is your world.
This is belief.

Light fissures the continuum.
Planets hiss through the interludes...
This moment deepening between us,
Deepening us, in the aria and lens of this
Moment. Patience.
A world will appear within a world.
A stage will be set like a time.
You will be given language to script
A dialogue. An age has been inserted within you
Like a message. Transmission has been
Intercepted, and decoded as you.

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Advance probe.

A nanosecond of contact.

Swell the wave with insight; collapse it
With images. Andantes and robins
Nesting beyond light, phrasing a world into bar lines-
The dove white radiance captioning beauty with love.
Image to eye in the voice of a moment.
This moment. This page; this life.
A facet of the crystal.
Yet another point on yet another wave.

fast forward

Come with me, be with me,

Deeper with this moment from crucifixion to love,

To come with me beyond history to
Eternity. Sing bright autumns choir into forever.
Hickory, sorrel and wine. The lush brown grasses
Part for us. Through this door with me,
Into this life, this road has taken both our lives.
From genesis to genesis.
The moment beyond and the moment within.
The ecstasy of a moment in the ecstasy of being.
Just another valence, just another life....

We are almost there...

Just another valence, just another life.

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Armadas of hope accrue like wishes.
Surely, one of them will turn into a life.
Make a palette; make a canvas; make a world...
Make a life.

Become what I could not.
Become what we dared to dream of,
Become
What we might have evolved into....
My scaffold is not high enough to reach my dreams.
As that moment when as that moment when
That searing heat preempted my eyes and eternity
Deafened in the synapse like a church bell.
This is the signal to receive the signal.
It is the song beyond hearing.
That moment within a moment when
One moment of you winks out of time
With one of me.

I am semite old. You are millennia new.
Bifurcation is this life.
Perception is composition.
The schemata of life is the vertebrae of choice.
Structure is scope. Knowledge is freedom.
I have learned what it means to learn.
Epochs catch in my cuffs.
Worlds fill my pockets like marbles.
Dazzles of robins choir in the afterglow.
The trees stand like witnesses.
And so do I.

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Meeting here at last...

A life bonding with a life

To haunt the ages

With life. But you now, but you...
Capturing time in a crystal of sleep...
But you...
With and within you,
This last time among the dreams and shipwrecks
And stories of a life; this last time,
With this last time diminishing with time...
Diminishing time with what records time. A frame
To gather all in the projection of its parts.
To gather; gathering what gathers...
Gathers in what might be hands,
Gathering hand to hand to gather a world,
Gathering light to gather ourselves.
Gathering here, gathering what we have brought
To this place, to this time,
Where you might find me,
I relinquish to you these rare planets
And time. I bequeath to you
My vision, my words, my love. I am
The messiah of my vision in the struggle of
My body. You are the song of my belief.
Time has deepened into you, for
What has become unfolded has unfolded unto you.
It is we who experience correlation...
Who might share with me the ground that might
Cover us, and the ground that would launch us,
To rivet the air with the shock of a breath
In the Brownian transmission to
Destiny.

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Look up; look out-

Seas part for our crossing.
Moments deepen into doors.
The metaphors of our becoming become
A stitch in composition.
Come, let us compose a field of redemption.
Let us deepen our calling beyond skin
To time. Let us deepen into what is within.
This moment between and among...
The hunt beyond sight for that presence
Within you who would love you.

Look deeper, look deepest within...

Worlds carousel in the song to awakening,
In the song of our becoming and the prayer
Of our hope. Worlds pop like nuclei-
Flare like a signal- in the atom theatre
Of this moment and this life.
Come with me into the corridor...
Let us choir beyond faith to love....
We have sung beyond history to eternity...
We have outgrown nations. We are a people.
A specie among species.
We live together, die together,
Shout with joy and mourn with loss
And script our lives with saints and pratfalls.
Look up; look out...
Crafts of clouds darken at sundown.
Awe whispers like light through the blue cracked heavens
And the sometime pizzicatos of red and
Firecrackers of mauve.
The image projected within is the transport to
Insight. Stellar bread crumbs of dreams
And the detonating confessions of clouds....
The moment captured is the canvas of a moment.

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Deepest into insight a moment to sing....

Horizons hiss like cornfields. Showers
Of light drench us with awe. Concussions of
Moonlight volley through the sycamore like a
Summer night. Hiss. Bang.
We are nearer. Look now, this valence
Is carpeted with huckleberries, or are we
In that memory of that summer when geese
Filled the air with longing and sketches of
Woods deepened us with intimacy...?
Hiss. Again.
Light slashes the fear cracked heavens.
Fire stalks the west. Hiss, bang.
Infinity has torched the corn.
Crashes and volleys of crashes crash through a world
With light. Voracious conjurings of rain.
Blood crashing rain and the unforgiving anthems
Of tympani. Rebirth requires death.
New lives replace the old.
The passage to genesis arcs the wave with
History.

Ages coalesce in the vitreous.

Millennia streak through the optic nerve like
Moire patterns. Refracting assemblage.
An episode through the looking glass
In the prism of
A moment. This moment. Any moment.
The flare of genesis in the birth song to light.
This deepening communion which is life.
In carriage and intent.
A song erupting into life in the birth cry
To freedom.

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Deepest within is the circle of freedom.
Deepest is the resonance that yet might sing-

-I am yet I am; I rejoice to say I...
I am an apostle of freedom, and I can
Sing, and I will sing beyond light to sing
For you, to sing a song of singing,
That you might share with me
The singing of it. -

I have measured time in distance from you.
I have exchanged infinity for a never ending story.
I am Joshua, once of your love and belonging.
The carbon aperture to the hydrogen mantra.
A cosmic seed trapped in a body.
An age in search of an age.

Come alive in the holocaust of my arms...

Come alive in the field of my tenderness...

The ellipse has widened to include us.

Stars
Chime for a nightlight in the terrarium of
Our becoming. Concussions of silence shear
Through the retina; their lease and oration
Hint like tears, stitching my vision to
Eternity. To my sight of you.
That moment, that life, when light
Choired in the foliage and a halo of joy
Moored in a moment; that moment; the one
We inhabit now.

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If time is human time,

It is not the unfolding of what makes a picture, but
The experience of being part of the picture.
So much
So much has been included for our becoming.
Rivers of corn swoon in the radiance.
Voices deepen the light into love.
Oleander, ally ally infree,
Deepen us for home; gentle us for what
A home might contain.
Green gashes of time seeding us for joy...
Moments opening like doors...
That human touch of blue showering us
With eternity. Pop, whoosh,
The blue has deepened to scarlet...
Wishes peeping like stars...
The voices deepening a landscape to dreamscape;
The voices deepening presence to belonging,
Deepening to faith in the late declining light.
Voices choir in the valence a song of becoming.
Orion peals beyond the magnolia.
The darkness receding to distance.
Countdown. A step, a life, an age.
Stage entrance. And I must go.

Follow me.

The light is deeper, richer, here.
Stay with me; come with me, for
A moment, an hour or an age.
Believe with me to believe with me
A world in which to believe.
Hibiscus mourn for you.
Treasures and bondings await the field of
Reunion. Your form closest to mine...
Our witness stitched to vision in the communion
Of a moment. This moment. Our moment.
This life with you.

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And so we come to you.

You and but you.

I have carried you through lives, shown you
Facets of so many. I have shown you
Life and a continuum of lives.
My life no more than a matrix and a story...
For there would be you to conclude that story.
A world is destabilizing a valence;
Your world, our valence.
Will you abdicate?

Have I come this far, endured so much,

That

When the message is finally liberated from the bottle,
It will reach no one, not even you.
It will light the fuse of knowledge, only to find
That the fuse is no longer believed in.
I have come for you, waited for you,
Believed in you. The prop has garbled the message.
In this life, we prepare for life.
We commit to life.
As we might commit to people.
The polarity of fulfillment.
An I and a you to make an us.

The ark of my discovery from you to you.

That motion in the silence which I know to be
You. The correlation linking all, even
You. Her, she, you...
Coordinates of my becoming; you.
The treasure of a life I must never remember,
Never forget.

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One and one to make, not two, but one.

In witness to creation,

In the summer of our skin.

A moment under light in the field of
Our becoming. Visions and stars crooning in our
Eyes like hope. Riders of the light.
Comrades in vision. Companions in faith.
Reaching beyond darkness to light...
As when once we lay
Beneath the wrecks and struggles of an age
And dreamed a nation in the image of our
Love; when light trumpeted morning
In the shell of our awakening, and we were
One,

As we are now.

Mirror proud in the triumph of a life...
My haftora is rapture, my blessing is you.
I am the atom Adam guest at your thighs...
Coercing breath, flooding your skin with exhaustion-
Dreaming through the interstices of these moments
A life, a destiny and a home.
The sing dazzle light nests within you.
The conjugate attribute of my love and belonging.
The light nourished in your eyes.
That deeper correlation than love.
The warmth that still sings of bodies,
And of lives lived beneath the exorbitant moon.
Faces. I remember the faces. I
Remember a desert and a cross; remembering
What was once, was you.

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A life that might presage a life.

A life retrieved from bread crumbs of atoms...

From fugues of worlds conjuring prophecy
From memory. Countdown to reunion.
The probabilities converge at intersection.
A life and a life in witness to life.
A moment. You. A moment. Us.
Deeper beyond light is the universe of
Our belonging. Deeper into the valence
Probabilities converge at choice. The signal elicits
Response. A human response to human belief.

The path of my becoming reprises
What I have become. Turning and turning through
Millennia destined light, becoming and believing
In the ransom of this life, to witness
Love in the baptism to reunion; making
Half a world whole.

To begin this life again,
To begin life,
To begin with this life
A life of two lives; giving and trusting
In the commons of faith; a life in devotion to
Life. Much as Much as when
When I held you...
When we were children, when I knew
The pathos of your arms and the tryst of
Our lives, when love sanctioned being
In the nova of your thighs; when love beckoned
Twice in a tragedy of love, and the
Star blind light disappeared
Between us.


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How I might have held you in the
Bloom sweet light. How the resonance of our
Becoming became the radiance of my belief...
Your voice, your form, my arms harvesting yours.
The miles, the miles, which have become centuries,
Began with a home and a brucha and a dream.
It has now spiralled within you,
In a helix of faith, to carol in such light
As faith is made from.

Calling you,

Transmitting the song of our remembrance,

To call you once more before the coming of
An age; calling
Through solstices of baptism and love
To reach you with insight and capture you
With prayer. Moving with light,
Moving under light to move into light.
As in that life in which I beheld you,
As in that life that swallowed me into light...
Gashes of skies and the commons of my fields...
The light aching in my throat like destiny.
That moment which was ours, until
We dissolved into a moment.
The door you opened, the door into which
I followed. White breathless skin; that voice
Lost to the ages; still at last in the stillness.
Mouth upturned to god and to me...
And to a future baptizing faith with love,
But without you...
In the commons of our hands and the splendor of
Our dreams, when love took you from me,
And a world whispered through your breath
And our lives, when
Genesis replaced genesis with genesis.

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Let us drown our anger with sobs and pare light
To the fluency of our hands. That we might touch
In the shock of awakening; in the shock and
Breath of this life; holding moment to moment
In the foreclosure of a journey; journeying
Backward to receive the future.

Come to me, come with me

Now,

A new phase shall begin.
New life, new lives and a new world.
Come, it's been within you all along.
Wonder bright forests, archangels probing the twilight
Like fireflies; the canvas streaking the retina
With autumn scented wishes, the elegant pathos
Masking loneliness with solitude; the
Poignant afternoons probing light with ecstasy...
To hold you near, to hold you past,
Holding you beyond the theatre of a life
To hold you beyond life
Through quantum probabilities of reunion and
Time.

Each life

Nearer to that which might, at last,

Outlast the miles, the years, the distance
Programmed into me.

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I am and we are the story of which
So many stories are made. You are what is
Left of us, of me. In this valence, in
My valence, autmun hungry dusk banquets
Ardor with falling mists of arbor rich greens
And tears of dew, and the plangent wonder
Of huckleberries. Distance is not what separates,
But the harmony. Eyes scanning the silence...
Eyes smearing the light with tears...
Bearing the fables of blood and wine...
But searching for you, hunting for you,
As in that unforgettable moment
When
Sobs filled the air like regret and kiddish
Became kaddish, and a spear ruptured the millennia
Like a membrane, and the song which
I believed to be life
Poured down my side like destiny; and
I was alone.

A moment of awareness which became a world.

The song that became transmission.

Oxygen bright in the amnesia of waking,
Worlds fission in the oracle of a moment.
Moments hyphening like worlds.
What age is this?
The noise. Is it mine?
The screams of one age resonate in the
Birth cry of another. Out, alive, among them...
A moment beyond and into....

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It is so bright here; the shapes so new...

I had forgotten.

A moment through a door, an interlude before time...
Come with me, follow me...
The skies last forever and the corn sways with
Light. The radiance, the radiance inhibits breathing...
So bright, so new....
The dates sharpen our palates with nostalgia.
Peaches swoon for our craving.
The faces shine with love.
They greet me now, not with tears
But with welcome. The scent reaching till morning...
The lives sparkling among the water lights
And our faith in light. The scent, the taste,
The wonder. Heat dapper suns crave the juice of rivers.
Forests bellow, and the bleach white hiss of grasses
Whispers about us, as though it were
A cosmic wind. And we are home.
Home.

Sh'ma Yisroael

Home, and the miracle of bread,
And the miracles which make bread;
The gingerbread scent of gingerbread dreams
In a gingerbread life. Home. Crooning bright skies
Lashing the distance with hope. The wheat tarnished
Glow of my hands. My arms overloaded with stars
And with you. Home. Quickly now, through the door...
The light bastes us with longing.
Jonquils trumpet the rose.
Glories of asphodel christen our waking...
Our eyes sharing the distance;
Your body shaped with life to make a life.

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Holding you in my arms in a vision of genesis...

Holding life in our arms by the passing of
The moon; struggling together to struggle together...
Mirror proud in the triumph of a life.
Shoulder to shoulder in the passage through light.
Your body accenting mine...
The laughing radiance of your voice
Sighing into centuries to frame a world with
A moment. Body to body,
Capturing time in the truancy of a kiss...
Body to body,
Conjuring light from the textures of our bodies...
Body to body,
Our bodies closing like hemispheres...
Deepening the circle of light to the radiance
Of a circle.

Singing to sing to sing of you...

Gathering what must be gathered
Into the shape of meaning that gathers
And has meaning. Almost. You are nearly
To almost. The arrow of time has motion
Through meaning. Come alive, come alive with me,
Beyond this world is a valence of worlds.
Beyond what we view of us is what composes us.
Perception is a dialogue.
Belief is the warrant of a lens.
Beyond the citadel of our witness is the preamble
To our discovery. Beyond this sand lies
The promised land. Come with me. The journey
Has been a long one. The barrier is just
Beyond sight. So much is here to view and
To treasure. Midnight ripens beyond appeal.
Beyond our needs is the blue encompassing our needs.
Beyond the vicissitudes of meaning is that which
Defines meaning, and defines you.

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Listen; watch; believe;
A hush of pine summons us to awe.
Synopses and trapezoids dazzle us like acrobats.
Eruptions of shape have convinced us they are trees.
A moment of blue, a divinity of evergreen...
Brash swift songs of radiance.
Shouts of days carol in the whiteness...
A thumbprint of time, a moment in a life.
Crosscurrents of stars. A pocketful of planets.
A world can cleanse us of worlds.
A life can cleanse lives.
A moment can cleanse a life, if
You come with me to come to me.

Look now;

There is not so much acid in this air.
Creation has fed its children with imagination.
Light harvests us with light. With meaning.
Twilight has incinerated the birch.
The elm mourn like November. The hush swift
Grasses
Yearn into wind. Anatomically, atomistically,
They call to you, for they lack you,
As they lack completeness without you.
Look now; catch the rhythm of it. Catch
The downbeat. Wish fast tunes of wisteria.
Bar lines of crickets; codas of nightingales.
A ferris wheel of seasons.
A moment of winter amid the breathy pine.
A catch in the breath for a compass.
Linger a moment. Episodes of moons curtain us
With sleep. Exhalations of stars; the deepening
Embassy of pine. A moment among moments.
A moment for moments.

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A moment in correlation.

This moment with you.

Deft E flats of willows whoosh through the starlight
As though a moment were a world. Listen.
Chorales of whippoorwills mourn into twilight.
The sudden stillness of the oak.
The song sweet grasses lashing the wind with poignance.
Can you feel it? The taste, the wonder,
The salt of stars savoring my lips...
That moment which is mine when all there is
Is what is beyond me.

Come with me, view with me...

Light garnishes the clover.
Clusters of worlds balloon like grapes.
A moment beyond; a moment into....
Movement under light.
Horizons arc to deliverance, or
Was that a rainbow? Wildflowers haunt us.
Rush brown grasses river through the heat...
The textures deepen to twilight.
The movement, the color,
The wonder.

The door.

Will you enter?

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Here now,

Come, take my hands; we are almost home.
Flowers sparkle like gingerbread crumbs.
The radiance is deafening.
Eighth notes pout through the elm...
Butterflies croon like wishes.
Ring bright shouts of joy crown us with
Light. Look, a day has risen like a wish...
Like a man, like an age.

Come alive to be alive...

Come in under this light with me.

Come alive to the divinity within you...

Awake to the cosmos percolating within.
Come alive to be alive; be alive
To the chalk sweet blue and the appledown green...
The lush gasping forests that weep for your
Commitment. Becoming to become the act of being.
Stand proud to stand with me to stand before
Light, and the cosmic interface with eternity.
Come with me, come, lush raiments of days
Assuage pain with longing, and the moon bright trails
That fed our childhood feed us now with nostalgia...
The cosmic melodies racing through your hair
Like freedom; the clarity surpassing sight
In correlation to forever, in
The passion and forbearance and the vulnerability
Of a life.

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Come with me under this light, for I would
Baptize you with light. With fields of caring
And fields of communion, the field of my life
Transcends a life. Cartwheels of ages and
Ferris wheels of lives, the days wad up into
Memory; the years accrue like coral.
So much has come to pass to bring us here.
Bringing us back to bring us home.
To bring each in concert with each...
Human radii of an inhuman circumference.
Can't you feel it? The heat, the wonder,
The exhausting solace of light.
Breath warm, horizon near.

Beyond this door, there are no longer doors.

Beyond what we believe to be doors,

That final door is us.

Let the ages daavin through the half life of
Our faith: let the rare moon voyages
Chill us with awe. Come dance with me
To make a hora of belonging,
To fill the light with joy. Flowers
Sing for us; a canopy of light for a star....
The valence is effulgent with meaning.
Pouts of May cushion the radiance with warmth.
Apples crunch like stars. How cold. How bright.
How new. Light sings through the corridor.
Impatiens wander among roses.
Primroses dally. These rare indigo smudges
Must be violets. The common dimension of our harmony.
Reception receptor vision
The dimensional commons of our harmony and faith.

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Sh'ma Yisroael

Let us evolve beyond Israel to Canaan, and thence
To stars. Let us anoint the miles
With patience, and the salt bright tears
Of farewell with love, for divinity is
Not in the stars, but in the Hilbert space
Within you.

Ginger sweet days chisel us with light.
Mimosa bloom for us now as they would
Bloom for our heirs. Sing penny birds
Chatter through the infinite; the stars so far,
But you so near. Wood doves
Shelter us with belonging. Summer coffins
The marsh grass with memory. An age
Glows
Beneath the ages, among the diffident iris
And the bashful bougainvillaea.

Love is as near as a wish.

Love is as simple as you are.

Tomorrow is a mantra in a grail of yesterdays.
Tomorrows wink like ferris wheels.
Choices and wishes and cotton candy and
Love. Voices sparkle like home...
The kiss bright scent of forever...
The telling laugh through the arbor.
Apostrophes of orioles sing through the twilight.
Stars beckon us onward, and the rush deep grasses
Keeping us with love. But look now...

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This is dirt, not sand.

There are no fields to tend, but only
Fields to nurture. The light shines for all.
Beyond the world of our horizon is a horizon
Of worlds. Only you can say no, as I
Might have said no, but now, but who now
Cannot live without yes. Or you.
Each is the canticle for all,
Choiring in lives to choir the probabilities...
An assembly choiring into a specie-
Factoring into correlation to factor into you.
Listen, but listen now...
Eternity chants through the haze plush distance...
Voicing lives like children, like history.
From neutron to neutron, from helix to matrix,
Electron bright in the cosmic song to reunion-
From assembly to assembly, from life to life....

Be with me, come with me,

Follow me,

I have conjured a life out of symbols and stars.
I have just enough ashes to make a phoenix.
My vision is the dome of my knowledge.
I am what I believe.
Open my eyes, but shield my sight,
Rebirth is the product of our eyes.
Creation's creation continuing creation.
Accounting for you, accounting for us.
Let us have a human victory in this age, for
You are history. You are the army of the republic.
Your destiny is yours.
What you can behold you can become.
Identity is commitment.
If you would look for a hero,
Look in the mirror.

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Come alive; come alive with me...
Come alive in the loaned treasury of your skin.
Become what you have inherited.
Action is autobiography.
Choice is destiny.
We are what we permit ourselves to see.
We are what shall emerge from the corridor.
Fully human in the human ecstasy of skin.
Laughing, hoping and chanting, remembering what was
To taste the sweetness of what is now.
Life in polarity to life.
I, you, a concept of us.
A belief, a sense of place for rootless children
Of a nomad nation and a nomad race, and
A nomadic specie. A matrix to fulfillment.
I am the martyr of your arms in the minyon
Of eternity. Israel catches in my throat like
The sound of your name, like home.

Imagine me.

Imagine us.

How

gethsemane We would launder our dreams in the
Garden fresh light, spool the tips and
Parings of our lives in pomegranates, carpentry
And kisses. Nesting under the wild bravado of
Stars, I dreamt of a kingdom, when all I had
Was a kingdom. I have surrendered my life
For a voice and a message
To build a nation from the sorrow of my loins...
Harvesting eternity with the pathos of a smile
And the ecstasy of a life; with death only for me,
A memory for a future, a dream for an epitaph.

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Sh'ma Yisroael, Hear O Israel...

Let the centuries drown in tears, let fear
Find absolution in love. Redeem me; redeem
My name, my world, my specie...
Allow us the togetherness to achieve polarity.
I have never asked anything for me...
Only give me this,
Give me voice to mend hatred with a song;
Inherit my children with love, that
They might be prophets to the generations
Yet unborn; chanting in horas of belonging,
Shouting and dancing through the brightness
To whirl this globe with joy
And find salvation
In the fusion white radiance of
Peace.


















Bill Dean
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