you are alive

kernels of the past spread on the floor

I slowly picked them up in reminiscence

that smell was never righteous, but it was pleasing

at least for some times, when things felt right

I can't remember how I forgot

who I was or where I came from

spilled years spent wearisome and angsty to get

more ore

more...

now.

here, the bossa nova plays and the elliptic choir sings along

rapid-paced city walks meaning knots

dreaming to never get lost

fireworks up, and when finished

lost again

nothing fancy to see here, carry on

tarry, tarry, little one

I've felt high and I've felt strung

but somehow...

somehow I've felt something longing

like gazing from a windowsill

afar in a distilled wonderland

where I had once decided to come for something

but what was it?

I must've forgot...

so I roamed and I roamed

and slowly

I started humming ŌMs, quietly

very quietly, at first

until came demeanour

like a fine jazz solo

chaotic

& yet

perfectly paced

I started to juggle words with haste

my cleft hubris solemnly swore

to both the moon and the stars

never to feel shattered again

for I had encountered the vessel to my youth

& inveigled its tangy spores to burst;

put the hearse in reverse and go back to square One

where All meet

before prophets are made righteous

before cowards are made wily

the place where the zenith is still

and the Divine Spark is quilled;

this lofty gleaming venue surrounded by all nowheres

where Man and Pleiades are made

circles, squares & triangles gathering in holy assembly

to craft the mighty "i"

a mere reflection of the Mighty "I"

adjoining forces at once to push forth the will-fused alliance

that creates;

that emanates within its plane all of its light body's intent

an intent that ultimately is the same for All

videlicet

to get back

in perfect alliance

with the All

& thus

I remembered where I came from

I was always aware.