The Shape Of Things To Come: Part 4
Here is how it works When the fever and the fear come In near-star dark With dusk glooming up on the men and the boys Leaves of trees go completely still And just as the Earth and all things since the women left Nothing ever happens at a sudden anymore So it is eased into Bittersweet Sometimes they watch the leaves go still because it is beautiful and they have become beautiful and love stares into the eyes of itself when impossible burdens soar to reign pure light on strange new men and boys Botanical stillness gives way To the complete and utter settling of air's slightest breath No jetstream no atmosphere No kiss of nippled pricks of air warm or cold Stillness The long warm green grasses stand tall and receptive Ready to bend Ready to receive Ready to trust Ready to believe Just like men and boys have become As they ready to lay in it In agonizing moments between dusk and star-glow When being alive becomes simultaneous fear of death and ability to endure it The grasses knowingly give softness Give way to their side-lain shapes in perfect profile First the boys The fear comes upon them the most quickly Then the men Behind them in spoon-like encapsulating embrace That spoon shape a memory of a time that once was but will never be again Even if the man comes to understand He used to hold her like this When he was a spoon but also a hammer Carrying potential violence or doing it Control That cancerous illusion Magnified so as to seem real All vanished at the hexadecimal where she left Where they left And now his burdening infecting tension is gone Strained through cheesecloth to make better milk Stronger and distilled into their essence But the man still a man The boy still a boy Ready to learn Ready to mimic Always listening Never harm to self or others Life itself has come to them Love as light under stars in the darkness of fear but never failing The mens mirroring hold in the second-place position is soft like their new empathy Embracing their lack of understanding Which is old but also new Different open quiet reflective consideration Sometimes pensive but never cold Never abrupt Just like the Earth is now and like all things are That is how they hold the boys The boys begin to cry as they watch the stars come out Either behind their eyelids So strong is the presence of infinite word-light Or with crying eyes open Icarus-like pupils inviting the word-light to burn their retinas away All in hopes of removing the fear That's what fear does to the men now Because they let it come And do not push it away Like the women used to be pushed Away or to the ground Like the girls used to be pushed To their knees or to destruction Before their lives began Like the boys used to be pushed To be just like men That was before the women chose to absorb the cradle of the universes infinite creation into their being and responsibility and pick up all the blood soaked gore-infected violence of history and carry it away and renew it like a powerful perfect dream heart cleansing the blood of an injured and forgotten body that had no chance but now does All nights are darkness Catastrophic descending grinding metallic infinite death The fever and the fear All days are perfect But for the leaving of the women The stars and the gifts of their leaving Are a question Why? After the question is answered The time to decide will come The choice of a man Who is bound to Earth And not able to be infinite like woman The one who can affect all things is the centre The one who cannot affect all things is not This is how it used to be too But it was refracted into illusion Distorted Now this is still how it is But with all glass removed Ceilings walls prismatic inescapable twistings of light gone Women present the question Men decide Interconnected Where all things matter Old questions of position and place are put to rest Like the distractions they were Women Evanescing incandescent wombs of beacon life hope Cradles of love Sympathies of breath Articulations of adamant peacetime war dismissal Nothing but And nothing to prove Always and only waiting for the the men to know The girls Are with the women Impossibly deep orchids of delicate complex beauty Wonder Majestic spinning thriving angels possessing inviolate light Each of them a living glowing candle Beaming the apostasy of their entire bloodline The girls know How could they not? They are girls Also They come from women The boy Has faith After all Boys come from women too Doomed one hundred percent of the time Boys are If their brief eclipse of a chance passes Without being irreducibly embraced By a man One night for the first time One uncountable night The boy sweats and thinks At the same time Fear and another thing Happen in parallel Thus becoming twinned The most elusive moment in history Evolution begins A new pathway Science is for later Love is not carbon Religion is a club God is misunderstood But they know What God is Unprecedented A seed of life pushes Through unwatered parchment paper sand of abysmal cataclysmic fear As the man strokes the sweat through the boys hair soaking wet and crying The boy dares To fearfully wonder Silently What will happen if my Dad and me Walk through the open black steel gate attached to no fence? The man looks up Sees his favourite star The scariest Glow instantly brighter Terror floods him Communication descends irretrievably from the sky