Beyond Mountains, More Mountains

How to best remember a dream?
Is to have it be interrupted.
How to best celebrate a moment
Is to have it cut in full throttle
So when you came for me in my orgasmic joy of baptism
Of being tossed and turned in giant hands as people sang
Hands that I trusted in
I was not surprised that you came
Because that would be exactly the moment that I would love to have bookmarked
And would love to etch
Into the memory
Of those around me
Reminding them how brief
This sweet life is

Of course, this was just a dream, and what a dream!
Your sword brought awareness to the pure shahkti I was in
Your sword brought grief to the older ones
But to me in pre-post-language
All was love.
All, and I mean all.
love was the essence of words,
like we were all snowmen,
with snow words
And snow thoughts
And love was that snow making it all.

At last you’ve come
I’ve been waiting for you, my killer.

The part of me seeking atonement
That part, that part deep down.
The perpetrator who hadn’t been caught yet
He’s been playing hide and seek
And is hiding so well
Such a good hider.
And only using half of my life force.
Doesn’t he want to be found?

The sword is desired.
Thank you for ending the game of hide and seek.
I feel compassion to those seeking their punishment.
Time to end.
Time to die.

Time to be free.