the sky is our mistletoe

we were young and what's there to say? we were young, having such fun. we were young, oh so dumb. when you're young, love doesn't come easy - yes it does. yes it did. yes it did. yes it did. when i was young, even younger, not a kid, a teen, but a young young man, i used to drink beer and write until i cried and through the tears the words would spill out and ideas'd take shape and it wasn't for anyone else, it was for me and it was somewhere pure, distorted by delusions, but pure, pure in it's belief. and i believed, and i finally get the genius of that sigur ros song, i finally do. only, it's now alone, i'm only just learning alone, it's like - we die - so we can begin again and learn. we die and begin, die and begin, then we die and learn again, through our life, and the others before and others afterward. reincarnate me, an ant, a spacebeam, static in your radio, a gypsy moth, flame, destitute galaxy, spec of dust on the moon, i'll see you entirely, the way our bodies moved, how entropy was only a superficial challenge - the greatest illusion - that everything decays hahahahahah - it's only superficial - only in sight - only in senses, we do not decay....we expand. we grow and further and thicken and challenge and see through to the other side upon the other side upon the other side and somewhere over the rainbow is irrelevant because the rainbow is right there smack dab and we are already over everything, under everything, flipped around, backward, upward, downward dog at the shoreline watching the waves break upside down spinned around toward the sky and inverted we see the change, like clues to a greater puzzle we're already a part of, complete with no need for the cover for reference, the cover is fluid, the puzzle is what we are. the surface is the only falsity, the surface pretends, the image imagines, the ocean deeper than a pane of glass from an airplane, just as the sky is further than a thin line from the ground, life is breathing endless below the surface and outer space is further than we can use our brains and we're the same way. far beyond this skin, wrinkling, drawing lines, sagging bottoms, far past these graves, bills, arguments on the freeway, pressing flesh, dinner ceremonies, silence and waves, water spigots, laughing children, garden gnomes. we live greater than solace can imagine, more powerful than relief, pleasurable than massage, giggling at the rush of orgasm, it's but a trifle in true consciousness. shaking, shimmering, the ground moves, ground like coffee, ground like particles, ground and ground and grounded, our hearts give us a clue as to how boundless we are, our heart's maximum only clues to an eternal greatness we possess. inherent in energy. inherent in consciousness. inherent beyond feelings, judgements, labels, inherent within gravity's lie.