everyday writing looks like this sometimes
_after each meal of time
_the day on a plate
_i sit and i write
_upon paper
_or keys
_in heart
_and in ear
_ the voice still knocks deep
_it knocks
_ and i thank it
_ for what it will bring.
the other
a night
glowing
back toward the sun
the offer
existence
a life to come from
the journey
a day
shadow gone long
without sun
voice
of listening
to guide the right one
to good action
a human
a being
a constant
some thing
and it’s just begun.
how much do we hear
when we listen to god
all the gods you believe in
are not at odds
what day will you listen
when writing it down
to everything
god(s)
say to speak out.
prayers out.
math was invented by a species
in a small building
listening to
time
it was the first seen
a measurement
of shadow
run long on the wall;
complete darkness, a womb
it is the first thing
light is the second
then shadow explains,
that’s where it comes from.
excerpt 2021 sat dec 11 3:29a in a warm december storm
image: cole in jason moran’s exhibit at wex arts by kate sweeney
Cole G 