It just occurred to me that my nightmare of Armageddon
isn't about something that is about to happen
It is about things that have already happened
Tornadoes, hail storms, and the fear
Bodies of water that rise up out of themselves
Firebombs and frantic markets with frantic people
Piles of bones, helicopters, and that one dream
where I was given the golden beret
and I knew I had to fly away
So I did
and the next day I started practicing lucid dreaming
I have been torn open
That wound will never heal
It may as well be worth everything
So every day I wonder
who am I to call for love
What right do I have to ask for so much
And then I think
how high do we wish to rise
I want to take us there
Love calls on me and I worry
if it is raining because I am lonely
Are the dark clouds in my mind only
And the you in my heart says
it is raining because there was sunshine
And that's just the way it is
I wonder
who are you
This is your reply
I am you
the sun and the rain and the clouds dark and vibrant
loneliness and uneasiness and humility and questions
fulfillment and miracles and acceptance and belief
poetry
profanity
man and woman in every form
without end or beginning
I am you
All that you see
All that you wish to see
The layers of the earth
The infinity of the sky
Curve of your cheek
Flash of your camera
All things known and unknown
I am you
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