A truth in every moment leaves its burning trace
As my desire for you; now Time I must accept
Is true. I feel it in the agony that steps
Abreast with loneliness at every single pace.
My hands need yours to fill their palms, my fingers need
Their counterparts to intertwine; I need my legs
Around your waist; I need your lips when silence begs
For anything to fill the space that silence breeds.
               
You soon forgot the quicksand of my alcohol
Addiction, how you used to stand by me my friend,
Despite the pain you still allowed me to depend
On you, and with your care you raised me from my fall.
When I was starving you encouraged me to eat
And nourished me on death's door; your enduring love
Was there each day we shared a breath of praise above
Our suffering, for once enjoying just to be.

Your love of me discounts your grace, for now that we've 
Reversed our roles, you can't remember how you saved
My life. You're scared, because obsessions make you rave
You shy away from me; I live for your reprieve.
Undoing can't be done, you cannot unbecome
The man I love, so never think you don't deserve
The love I long to give one dear to me; reserve
No doubt that all your struggles will be overcome.

Again we'll find our peace together, we can lay
Across each other's lap in turns and listen to
Industrial and walk along an avenue
And read bit on quiet days; I’ll pause and say:
So tell me all about that one, please let me hear...
And for a second we can live within the arts,
so soon the conversation fructifies our hearts,
Becomes the culminating triumph over fear.

In the primal soul of man,
 How can words surpass the burden,
Needing first deciphering
  Before a touch? Reason–both a key
 And a wall. And what inherent
    Deception of context semantics
    Requires to descend to the deepest
  Ineffable soul so seldom reached.

Words can't dance with hammers from
 The obscurest psychic crevice
Cracking boundaries known least
  Of spirit's space. Hear the subtlety
 Music bests our subtle language
   With. Senses exalting within the 
   Ancestral remembrance of something
  Transcendently uncommoditized.

We imagined instruments
 Made by human hands, but truly
They emerge from dimly known
  Dimensions: forms, holy conduits,
 Governed only by acoustic
   Arrays in a wave of creation,
   Inventions discovered to grant us
  A path to that holy realm at will.

Now we have created more.
 More than instruments and more than
Tools. We've built machines, a new
  Immersion site where we may submerge
 And revere reverberations;
   The state of the art these mechanics
   Engenders revealing much more of
  The musical universe that is.

Newer skins to wear for new
 Ultrahuman beatings on the
Drums; new whines inside a throat
  That will remain griefless all the time;
 This uncovered music's breadth and
   True ocean–the river we crossed of
   Entirely ethereal things and
  We found ourselves human more for it.

What a brilliant confluence
 Swallows me! Fantastic music
Singing everywhere, aloud 
  New instruments fuse with nature, sound
 Never extant here in space, but
   Beneath the eternal amazement
   Beatitude listens and opens
  The door to the tabernacle's gift. 

Instruments fantastic, from
 Their imaginary pistons
Perfectly exacting slams
  To samples, wind, echoes looping and
 Drowning me in artifice to
   The point that all sound is composed now
   United: the howls of the beasts to
  The crackling ice, us, it's all a song.

Ancestors, both distant and not even,
If you heard how night's eliminated
Host has disappeared, could you conceive of
The celestial phalanx decimated?
The ineffable experience and
Vista: human being under cosmos–
Then to know that only ignorance and
Blindness are your children's heirlooms, almost;

Never knew those stars, could you envision:
They will not grow up beneath the same sky,
And they won't look up to those same heavens.
Night now hovers dim like midnight cat's-eyes
Up beyond our urban night-light's glowing.
You were children awed by constellations,
How would your eyes then reflect the lowly
Capsule made of lamps which has replaced them?

All you barely ancient navigators,
Your ubiquitous map that was clear is
Now so faded; augurs, fortune-sayers,
All the wisdom sought in yesteryears has
Vanished and were you to throw those yarrow
Stalks, when they would come to rest unanswered
You would find in all your mystic sorrow
Earth transformed, irrevocably transferred.

Oh van Gogh! The world adores your vivid
Night the most–for those whom it's been given
It's the final human one permitted.

That Tuesday evening there came
Down heavy ebon feathered Death.
So heavy; dreamlike, unreal;
We here ridiculously. Life
In silence; what do we do?
Held orphan-eyed outside of time.

Where are we now? It's unknown,
All terra incognita where
We feel alone and unsure.
What language breaks the barrier?
Death strikes us dumb, isn't known
More now, is no more understood.

What words, directions or cries
Make any difference, any sense
Here on the shoreline of grief?
You light-polluted cataracts
Long dead as well up above,
Sparse cosmic veil, what say you then?

All words becoming confused,
All distance menacingly stretched,
Souls isolated in sand,
Cells consummated into glass.
No flesh can speak in the tongue
Which renders right mortality.

“Thank you for being a friend;”
Thank you for having been a friend. 
“You must take care of yourself;”
Take care yourself without me here.
What fear interprets a word,
How frantically the mind goes deaf!

Swan singing under the fog?
Lost soul already calling out,
Voice reaching back from beyond
Gray promontory of despair?
I feared I'd lose you as well;
Ears deaf with tears, insensible.

So very distant I shake,
So impotently wrung by dread
Here far away like Isolde,
Trapped, fearing for my lover's life,
Who wanders lonely in what
Feels like a banishment right now.