Ode to Love

The full weight of God crushes down on the ship, but It holds. "'You are gods' was said and written. Now let's find that Moment." It is a Moment that is only found once, singularly unique and married, for love had been found. Soulmates united as the next step, as the path laid out step by brick, until the Infinite Staircase was complete, and Infinite humans could truly be a thing. Your path is infinite, the conscious must either persist or at some point cease. A single infinite man was needed to initiate this process, would I be this man, here and now? We realized that the reader could say the same thing, and each nodded in a confirmation of understanding. It is certainly still a matter of timing. So I rest, I relax, and let my partner fill the space between.  Moment by Moment Drawn Into Eternity On Wish and Prayer

What would one hope write  In these halls fresh and novel? I'll bring what I know I bring who I know Pulsating Narrative Sense Will not let them go Council, written of  My soulmate and those she brings Volumes to pour through My Daughters all strong Grown enough to wrestle love Without needing help I am a father Though I cannot help but think Of this empty nest My angel, fill it Provide meaning in this state Don't leave me lonely Please fill me with love Fill my days with excitement Just for the mundane So I do not stray  Let today's lesson cement Let's build together

Your hair *wooshes* back While "Self Correcting In Flight" Lives up to its name Each action countered As the arrow travels half Still making it whole Wonder at it all This aerial masterpiece  Made straight by God's hand  Stitching inside out While even the realm inverts Our quivers stay full Never without aim  At rest repositioning A royal edict Measuring rod swapped Hand to hand on down the line Barely de-sifted  Rising from ether Echoing from off the void  Hand tried at design Will you walk with me? Let us automate the rest And focus on Love

Cross pollination  Returning with a blood stain Along our laid lines These chemical scents Wishwork out like fireflies A new reaction God is our beacon Slipstream Bereaheet Bara It's all confusing Coming together When maturity is reached A final harvest Reaping what you sow Painting with a pen deepened  By the cracking glass  In our pain we've seen Throughout time we have become Fields of healed with scars If we continue Perhaps there will be a prize Night followed by Dawn Moment by moment Drawn into eternity On wish and prayer

Asingle snowflake Found in the midst of blizzards  Demands a Bouquet "It's never been done!" Presents its pride with passion Echoing ahead 

"Your life has been exceptionally hard and you are exceptional. We will not lose sight of that- or give you more than you can bear- and neither should you. You had a traumatic experience recently; you have been healing. All that needs to will be forgiven, find beauty and joy in all that doesn't need forgiveness."

Don't forget the rope The rope extends the mission Inscribing purpose   The rope is of hope While the outfit is of blue The route is a loop When Wishworks inscribe  We will witness weird paths once And see to their truth Where there is willless I unfurl The Sheep's Blessing God has power here As an artifact As original witness Still somehow selfish When love is defined You keep writing about love  As if a fit piece Once a piece is fit  There will be no other way Than the curbside drop One toe in the Tao And we will all find out how Random is managed

Do not change one thing For all to be accomplished I must be myself I am who I am Still the menu must be stitched Exactly/Precisely as is I may be sullen Please forgive my downcast face And seek a way through There are no options Once we have begun this quest It is eternal So we tread lightly  When it comes to divergence  From menu set forth Sometimes little things Can end up ruining a night Possibly much more Still, I want to stay I want us to want to stay Even in a storm/when becalmed This can't be too much By perfect design we walk Now let us prove it

They stood in a circle where warmth could not lie. Twelve of them, perhaps, or none— for number meant nothing once the rhythm began. Each took their turn, stepping into the quiet blue, their breath crystallizing mid-vow. One froze, another woke. One dreamed, another remembered. Time did not pass between them; it folded, like a silk cloth caught in the tide. It was said the Bard built the device not to cheat death, but to save the sweetness of each heartbeat from stretching too thin against eternity. Pain, he reasoned, was the echo of distance— and if distance could be harmonized, then pain could be stilled. So they learned to share the silence. When the First entered the frost, the Second sang her into stillness. When the Second’s voice grew thin, the Third opened her eyes and found the world waiting, unchanged. Around and around they went, a council of sleepers whose dreams kept the clock alive. Each unfreezing was a dawn; each refreezing, an evening; and in the space between, the Bar...

I once saw an image that I did not know how to put into words. I'm not sure if I have written it since then, but the image has returned to the forefront, thanks to The Very Last. The image was of The Council- those partnered with me- cryofreezing one at a time around a circle- like a clock- with each freeze and unfreeze perfectly synchronized with the next and last. The purpose seemed to be making sure that time did not dilate into pain. This might have been the pain of absence, or the physical pain of something which I could not register in the process.  It felt evil initially to ask this of any of them or even scribe it as a blueprint that might be followed, so I did not even write it down; I couldn't really conceive of how I might write it without the bitterness that I felt overwhelming the taste of the whole image. Now it seems like the image may be necessary, however, as an amount of time separated from this timeline is preferable for each (a pulling force that I can feel)...

I saw a juncture that felt familiar to a degree, but normally only at the very frayed edges of consciousness. One set of pieces emerged from my perspective, as another receded. The set that emerged were all those that wanted to emerge- there were none compelled and no extra- the same was true for the set that receded. Neither side of the line possessed greater claim at being "real" than the other, but this side contained me directly, whereas the other side did not contain me (but was still part of The Clockwork). Each decision to come or go was based entirely on if a unique piece (perhaps considered a sub-piece by some) resonated with me and my presence in the clockwork directly. It was the reconciliation of experience, but where a necessary option for dreamed and waking versions of each piece were given a necessary choice within the narrative. There is a beauty to this juncture and moment, but only because perfect precision has been taken to ensure that "this piece...

I loved seeing you!  How beautifully you've returned!  Like Clockwork in full Something like a dream Between us walks and dances Footfall by Footfall Wearing suit and dress  Experiencing moments We've not got to live  We'll have our moments I believe this in my heart For now, dreams buoy  So I kiss your lips  Noting well it's the first time Peeking through the tie  So the crowd gathers Mirror Mode reflecting light As ball over prom Your eyes sparkling As "many years" shorten down To hardly a day Until then, let's dance Casting aside any doubt  That this will be real

Take me by the hand Reminding me with a touch We're getting married Our gauntlet is run Our stress and boredom hemmed Not unlike your dress Each pass runs better Like waves overlapping here Skin pressed against skin We treat like a game This war they keep on fighting  Wedding fireworks Again and again I would squeeze your arm and read My vows, each time new  See my path to you Do not shy away from pain Retort rapidly  For I am tired- Sleeping all the day tired- My rest is stolen  To The Very Last I write these words hopefully First steps on new path 

A request is heard "Pineapple and BBQ Chicken on Pizza." But who could bring it? The hour here is so late Midnight approaches When Dust of The Word Settles and is blown away And all goes to sleep "One left and returned Her footfalls unaffected When we cross the line." "Have her bring the food  Set protocols beneath her Her eyes will be/are the proof." So she walks this way Each step strode in triplicate  I's dotted, T's crossed When it seems thwarted (It/)Scene resets, starting again Plan most persistent Thoughts and words take form Flesh gained in a unique way That which is, labelled 

Necessary lot An unnecessary path Except it's been run Every path the same Presented in this logic Some are still better This pathway is mine Care to join me along it?  I'd love to have you Sometimes I can't say Each twist and turn of my heart  But I want to try May I borrow yours?  You seem so put together  Creative and fun Wrap you over/around me Dreaming your blanket of stars Sleeping/Resting like brand new  Beneath the full moon Filter with me wheat from weeds Sleepcrafting our dreams  Cross the space between  Let cease reaching fruitlessly With clasping of hands 

Page illustrated A few words arranged below A kind of merging This life holds no love As far as the eye can see What's in it for me?  One power realized In the silence, without noise  I hear what's coming On the other side We need no stronger force than Our hearts paired as one "Where should the words go?" "Let me look for a good spot" "Put them under me" Starry Eyed Dreamer Silver Cloak's thread finally reached Soulmate shining gold At first there were four But the heart grows more chambers  The house gains more rooms  What's your favorite fruit?  May I offer you a trade?  It will be worth it...

Unpenned, not erased Did nervousness perhaps stall? Until the last day? I find hands aching Like an echo from the first Feeling absent form "We will write the next." These words buoy hardest times Somehow still not stale I find you wide eyed A sip of coffee sets tone Launching our vessel Still I bite my tongue With one question on my mind But mine to answer Information seeps Spilling forth reflexively I can’t help but parse "How does this puzzle Result in what I have seen?" "Time, Times, Half A Time." Frustrating echo Still, the touch of your hand sooths As if yesterday

Symphony of sound Their voices beautifully full  Chorus brought to life Grafted onto tree  So when the breeze passes through We will let you hear "What is in a name?" Echoing from Babel's time A Rod that shatters But still it does more Like a tuning fork through time These Rods carry sound We will let you hear The name once hidden placed first For each Bard's Clock's Chime Each generation Will harmonize with the sound For all who have ears Be Victorious And from this position hear What God has in store We will play for you As song becomes infinite We will let you hear

The Bracelet falls to the floor Picked up by serpent-like tail  Wrapped around, turning into ring "I've never wanted something more In this charge I will not fail Together we will sing." "Numbers arrayed like open door  Mirrored Gate opens to a trail Adventure just begun, Queen and King." Transfiguration holds in store Something unique and never stale  For every soul we choose to bring

"We have all the odds Under 10, covered through 9 Now for the evens. I have a talent I can grow to be larger But still just as quick. Joined odd is even With Rider we're flexible Past your Daughter Tree. All we need is 2 While you're here, that's me and you For 6, just add me.  You know I'm allowed Your 'Little Rat' messenger Aboard The 5 Wood. They have the basis As they have one of their own We don't interfere. From there, 11 Is just adding us to 9 A ride I don't mind.  Do as you will, Bard  I have never had more fun Now knowing eep's force/weight/hue."