Auditorium

How to sleep after we wake,

How to wake after we sleep,

How are you?

What a day huh?

What container are you in?
Is it a moment that you can't shake,
Is it an open living,
Dying close?



What we wear,
What we feel upon our skin,
What strange thing, this day's dream.

Good night nurse,
I'll live to say:

Hello
Fellow.
Down below?
But heaven you see,
Above we must have three.

Cryptic enough for you?

Listen,

Cutting wood warms you Thrice.
Chopping and Burning,
My friend, Thoreau.



Yet there's Marking,
the paper,
the tablet,
the canvas,
my Cutlass,
the caveman's wall,
seeing,
recording super novas in Hohokams 1006.

We may touch each other past death,
It's not such a wall.



We may know everything we forgot,
It's a singular circular spot.

Some time feels like
an Auditorium,
a room of echos,
full of wispers in the black.



Pray God, may we hear what cannot be seen.

If you know what I mean.