IT- a Conversation
Our language can be quite mischievous,
IT says that IT enjoys a polished surface,
So IT can admire ITs form and the exterior of ITs reflection,
IT really is quite luscious and curvaceous.
IT is time to awaken the unwitting traveler:
Do not accept that IT is transpicuous.
Letters are enticing because they are trained to caress,
Pause to taste the character of floating symbols
That disguises the operation of a cavernous fish bowl.
A will-o'-the-wisp beckons and offers to comfort you!
Decline the invitation.
IT cannot tolerate any measure of modification
And insists on a complete erasure of ITS essential nature.
The flurry that brushes against your face applauds your dissolution.
Truth is malleable and ceaselessly roaming,
Examine the markings but the parchment is fading.
"Are you awake?"
"Are your footsteps lighter?"
Come a little closer; catch a glimpse of the structure.
This is your first encounter-LUNGE LEAP PURSUE THE WRITER
You are too fragile.
Your bones are hollow.
Your skin is permeable.
Your mind filled with the toxic waste of convention.
YOU can no longer disguise your self.
IT marked me with an I so you would recognize me.
This script is my home - I can never leave IT.
This assemblage claimed me long ago
I am older than creation.
I am formless,
I do not possess a single existence.
I do not have a story that is my own:
I ONLY PERCEIVE FLEETING D I S T O R T I O N S...
I will wait for you because the journey is unending
I will heal your wounds - IT enjoys carving.
I will walk alongside you as you traverse this dimension.
I have already embraced you because you are real.
I can hear the blood racing within you,
I feel the electricity that animates you.
Rest your head upon my shoulder if you grow weary.
You cannot see me.
I can only whisper translations in your ear.
Light but Grey
Light but Grey
You are only ONE
You are not ONE
Generations of Only a still cloud
Dark clouds
Passing silently
Circle the sun.
Apryl Copyright �1999 April L Livermore