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TEMPLE DOWN (3-25-91, 12:30am, San Diego, California)
just as
my mind
in child
so too
my temple
i defiled
ive made
myself
the pawn
now gods
next move
may find
me gone
below above
beyond
anyones
understanding
much less
my own
as i
wait here
intuitively
ever listening for
each new
uncertain
break of dawn
to quietly come
open hearted
undemanding
without any
resistance
at all
so when
each new one
comes
i try
to surrender
my ego mind
so i can let go
of all
my fears
and doubts
of any old
fear born
fear based
prior expectations
i still might have
or be holding
onto
so i can simply
let it all
unfold
more naturally
on it s own
as it
always has
and does
and always will do
with or without
me here
so mystically
perplexed
beyond my
conscious oneness
with it all
and despite
this trying
conflicted juxtaposition
of where it is
i am here now
so profoundly
diminished
yet equally strengthened
as well
through my silent
unnoticed
completely unheralded
heroic endurance
of so many
nightmarishly devastating
near impossibly
unsurvivable
truly hellish long decades
of years
continuously filled
with so much
painfully horrific
continuous negative
subtraction
from my life
from who i once was
into who i so
monstrously became
for so many
long walking dead years
so hopelessly lost
in the unsettled dust
of my completely
unraveled past
with my life
the life i once knew
and lived so well
now so long cast off
into and beyond
the great dark black
bottomless abyss
of no deposit
of no way out
of no return
my prematurely stolen life
my entire being
and world
each and all sucked off
and away up into
some unimaginably
unspeakable
immeasurable
black hole s
seemingly inescapable
all powerful
all consuming vortex s
dark doomsday
insatiably tight appetite s grip
which eventually
had stolen every single atom
molecule and living cell
of my body and being
all but one tiny pin point bright
distant star of light
containing my eternal spirit and soul
away so very far far away
hurled off and away into the
bottomless boundary less depths
and surreal outer limits
of it s forever gone
land of no return
or so it seemed
and truly was
back then at that time
for just about everyone
back then who were all in
the same unsalvageable
completely intractable
automatic death sentence
diagnostic prognosis
sinking boat situational reality
as me
except for me
somehow it seems
here now almost forty years later
for whatever unknowable
mysterious reasons
of the ineffable great mystery
great spirit s
unfathomable will s
own higher highest spiritual plan s
pre destined or re destined
ever mysterious higher purpose for me
perhaps either may
or may not be
for me
i can only presume
to imagine
but cannot here presently
truly know say
nor all that clearly see
even here now
nearly forty long gone years later
with me still here
and in some ways
even more vibrantly alive
and kicking now
in body mind heart and spirit
than at any time ever before
which only further
proves to me now
that i indeed
am inseparably one
with the great mystery
great spirit
even if only the great spirit s
shadow way down here
upon this wondrous
earth below
for i too still am
nonetheless
an insolvably baffling
great mystery myself
as i ve so long now
have always been
in so many countless other ways
since even my earliest childhood years
on into and now far beyond
all those many other
even stranger
but so thankfully
gratefully
miraculously to me
now mostly and mercifully long gone
darkest memories
although with some still not yet
quite fully faded
from my mind s more deeply repressed
and or self suppressed
darkest most painful to recall
subconsciously compartmentalized memories
which perhaps were all just
another subconsciously created
innermost survival strategy
unknowingly utilized at the time
to desperately try and more deeply
preserve and protect
whatever what little
remaining either may
or may not have been left
of my profoundly wounded psyche
soul and increasingly deteriorating
overall entire rapidly disappearing
hollowed out shell of my critically ill
truly long dying being back then
perhaps unknowingly to me
at that time
to psychologically mask
to fool and fake
my atrophied brain s
persistently terrified mind
into thinking and desperately believing
that this was all still
only a very bad
seemingly never ending
impossibly cruel
not really living
devastating nightmare
hieronymus bosch like
true living hell
here on earth
which in so many ways
my life and personal world here
truly became
back then
during and throughout
all those truly unbearable
insufferable nightmare years
of my own eviscerated health s
doomed derailed life journey s
true personal
darkest end time s
lost cause
catastrophic
medically unstoppable
most hopeless
spiritually slighted
or who knows
perhaps
possibly even
spiritually blessed and graced
strange mysterious fate
which felt like
was shown
and universally believed back then
both medically and scientifically
to quite literally and figuratively be
based on enough empiric evidence
from that collective
global pandemic s reality of course
set in immutable stone
and which so permanently
forever changed the apocalyptic course
of my life
as i once knew it
almost immediately
as soon as it first appeared
and came or was brought
into this world
which brought into my own
this dark transition s
medically diagnosed
prognosis s
intractably inescapable
death sentence
which then also came
to take its decades long
truly hellish
death grip hold
on me
and everyone else it so savagely seized
and so quickly took
and stole
all their beautiful
young
once living souls
in so many unspeakable ways
away from this world
away from us all
and then
instantly began
to so mercilessly
take it s seemingly
never ending
completely
dehumanizing
transformational
though not in a good way
profoundly subtractive
toll on me too as well
throughout it s
long slow hopeless
journey
and it s relentlessly
ever changing
countless unbearable
accumulative
terminal inhuman terror s
daily nightly
unending trials and tribulations
with non exaggerated capital T s
which so continuously
so relentlessly befell me back then
when there was no surviving at all
for all those other walking dead
forgotten
discarded
rejected dejected
completely abandoned
frequently disowned
walking dead end ghosts like me
at the time
to presently
bring
me here
so lost
though not
completely yet
deep within
its one way
terminal
fatal spell
where i
nevertheless
somehow still
continue to transcendently
persist
to positively persevere
in my own
experientially
hard learned
hard earned
optimistic
glass half full way
in and from which
i continue
to just keep
riding on
moving on
living on
as best
i can
with what i have
with all i have
with all i am
unafraid
of death
or life
long had
my fill
of each
still gluttony
of the latter
remains my
deepest vice
leaving
this wearied
prisoner
though mostly
of my mind
at this point
within this
other illusory
self incarcerated prison
of so called
human linear time
just biding
its constant
now
going
with
the flow
here in
the spiraling
vortex
of its
shattered matrix
surrendered
ive become
this resilient
passive witness
more now
to its further
even greater
inevitable
letting go
than to
my own
alone
though
really not
at all
in the shifting
context
of those
much too fleeting
moments
of lucid
spiritual clarity
wherein
i am
reminded of
and now more clearly
more purely see
experientially know
and fearlessly live
again once more
as i wait
ever listening
with increasing patience
now
for each new
break of dawn s
approach
in open hearted
undemanding
silent anticipation
for the inevitable grace
and long awaited
blessed relief
of my eternal soul
and spirit s
radiant great escape s
final sweet
transcendent release
away from all this
unfathomably unbearable
any longer
tragically twisted
cruel sad hand of fate
of living this
false life lie
i ve now for so long
for far too long
so grievously been handed
of not really living
more fully
of not truly living
at all any more
never again
never
that is
as in
hopefully
never
forever
more
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