Eyesocket Miracles

Take the mass out of your communication
We’ve got a cist of innovation
Standing in between
Our vitality and the self same entropy
That used to sustain our reality--
That fear that we forgot how to fight
Is blocking our throats
And catching the things
We might have swallowed
When we knew how to sit close
And close was comfort
When we knew the strings in our throats
Not only connected
Our brains to our feet to our future
But also connected us to our brother
To our dreams
The same ones that even now
Are trembling in our trachea
Too terrified to come true
In a world where lies taste like love
And truth only trickles from sinners’ tongues
And the ears are too timid
Or too tortured
Or too entranced
To transform

So take the masses out of your cords of communication
Burdened and Broken tongues
Sound so stale when spoken
So unceremoniously
And I aim to aim my arrow of community directly
At this misguided misconception of connectivity
Hoping only to hit those things we love most
Because my lines have yet to snap
Because the degradation
Of my poetry
Into commodity
Not only frightens me
But offends me
I am much more grand
Than these strands
Of snapped apart lines and limbs
Connected to the knee bone
Of people all over these over charged
Lines of super market powers
Because we’re forgetting that rib bones
Aren’t the only things that keep
Strong hearts beating
Because 200,000 times a day,
200,000 times our size
We reach out in all directions
To encompass any and every
Lasting thing that leaves us breathtaken
And brush our fingertips against
The fire that used to fuel our feats
Before we were fueled by fast food
And as many times as we pass through the flame
As many times as we force ourselves into the frying pan
We don’t burn out like stars past our prime
We have all the sublime startings
Of constellations
And the zenith of innovations
To tear our own locality in eternity
So I say it’s high time
To re-recognize our autonomy
And assert the authority
We were born to be
Because the truth of me
And probably the truth of you too
Is that we two
Grew not from seeds or misdeeds,
But from thoughts and dreams and beating hearts
And 200,000 miracles a day
Reminding us of the catastrophe of mundanity
And that ordinary is insanity
We were born to be so beyond burdened and bored
We were born to be blazing
And beautiful
And brilliantly
Shining out of eyesockets
Are those dreams of schemes and gleams
Of all that seems beyond our means
I follow them every day like lighthouses
Because I still feel the edges of the universe
With fingertips
There is stardust under my nails
And darkness in my fists
And oceans in my eyes

Waiting like summer
Wading like sons too far out to sea
Wafting like sunshine
Come down to dance
To the evening song played by the beating breakers
They are having a party
Where the land turns to sea
And the solidity of a mentality
Learns fluidity
And flows easily down a throat
To let the swell surge again
With the floodgates open,
Maybe the rivers will flow home
And we can send signals along like synapse
Messages meandering with the current
Meshing and managing
To make it
Even without mechanisms and machines
We still have mystery and magic