Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

then is now, now is then
all my poems were already there
in the dot of my becoming
that wormhole opening
through the past into future
It was all revealed in the moment
nothing was left to chance
I took the chance of gnosis
a word whose ultimate meaning
had not shown itself to me as yet
I had no regret, Rim him self had
pointed the way, there was nothing
left to say, and so I was left with
saying the beginning of the end
no turning back, I did not want a cadillac
there was a lack of poetry in my world
so I set out to fill the emptiness with it
out on the streets I found fragments of it
words hung out with the people, who
used them, never can tell, who will
say something in a unique way, words
come in all styles, shapes and down
written on walls, spoken in whispers
buddy can you spare a million dollars
so I can publish all the poets, I met
in my passing along the fire of free
seeing, the seeing ones who say it
when we meet, pass it along, been
gone for a while, through the missing
word, alive, hidden in plane sight
can you spare a miracle, or a thin dime
a smile will do, it's been a while, no time
to wait, and all the time in the whirled

Interesting read, but not so deep that this reader is stumbling around in the dark.

I liked it.