It fills the pores with

Lillies and tulips grow in waterbeds and the trees breathe what our lungs spit
And everything else does whatever it does
While someone somewhere is sure that God is up above dropping anvils on his head
Over and over, just like the coyote in the cartoon
But God doesn't miss
And is someone getting the last laugh, or is it a triumph of the will
To keep on
Keeping on.
Are the questions to ask regardless of answered or not

I can sit here all night and try to pull it all through the pinholes in my head and chest until there is less garbage and more me and more you and more
But there is no rushing when cleaning out stains that someone else left - faces I've never known
There is no quickening - there is but waiting
It's easier to set small fires on your own skin than to figure out what this all means

Just, I think it's best
To simply do and take what you can -
sleepwalk on the tops of mushroom clouds
while insects eat their young

Play pianos for the demons in your head and throw candy to the wolves under your bed and as you pry each plank up to find the bones of dinosaurs hidden beneath the floors, realize

           JUST REALIZE

                That It's All Right
                (to not be all right.)


sell yourself tall don't bat an eyelid
you're a cicada; you're a tornado
cut the evil with your vengeance
consider yourself greater-than, above
better for, enlightened, healed, autocratic,
independent, known.
take what you need and throw the rest away
and pay attention as you go
so as to only pierce with the arrows you have with you.


I've
      Got
           All
                The
                     Time
                          In
                               The
(my)
                                    World.