old poem

shakti is the caress of a restless mirror,
of Minos, Taurus, and Ursa Major;
I plead the Pleadies, and I plead to the
presence of infinite pleasure that I might
be accorded an intimation, an inclination
to overcome the curse of this purse that
I've been burdened by.

I am the Beast and I am the best, I've left it up to the
rest to resurrect the closest thing to consciousness
I could come up with, but It happens on its own Time;
I am pregnant with a new kind of pragmatism, a
regiment of reintegration into the tales of old, of child-
hood timelessness, and a passive affinity with infinity.

I gave up the cloth when I saw it stained by Her blood,
I gave up my cold dead presentiment when I learned it
was the first thing keeping me from clarity,
and I laughed with the clouds on Sunday afternoon when
I knew I wasn't alone;
I looked into the eyes of daffodils and pasafiers,
and knew absolutely that there was nothing to say.

Somewhere over the rainbow, my family is laughter, and
my family is light; my family is love and it is the most profound
gesture of respect; we are instantaneous evolution and the
expectation of perfection, and there is nothing that will keep us
from kissing, and I know that I am home when I hear I LOVE YOU,
anywhere and anytime. That's the real rhyme, that's the real reason,
that's the season, and its summer all the time.
I look to the sky and see the sea of infinity shining sublime,
I've teamed up with Time at last, when I let go of the past,
when I entered into the pleasure of this leisure that is
beyond measure; This is resurrection, this is passion, and this is
empathy, say It to me! I said say it to me! Love you Love you Love you I Love you!