The Shape Of Things To Come: Part 6
Spoken: Dad what do you think will happen if we get up and try to walk at night and go through the open black steel gate attached to no fence? All things are open now Relationship is singularity Communication string theory The Dad faced the Boy Smiled an ocean Thick warm bioluminescence Spoken: I have to go in it Son Women's leaving distilled distillation itself Stereotypes dismantled into mono Purpose grew unchallenged Penultimacy and vying dissolved Into directness so obvious We would not understand it If spoken aloud today But in our now They haven't left Yet Spoken: Wow I was only wondering it Dad I knew you would know what to do Spoken and Silent: I love you so much Son Spoken and Silent: I love you too Dad! Silence: Spoken: What am I supposed to do Dad? Spoken: I don't know that part I only know I have to go in the garden at night and I always want you with me Spoken: I love the way you talk Dad you make me so proud and I keep glowing like a star for you Then, he cried The Dad After the Boy let crying happen: Is the stuff from your eyes the same thing as the sweat that you stroke through my hair every night when I am dying of fear Dad? They did not remember crying in the daytime Had never seen it since the Women left At night it was simply a part of FEAR Wrapped in and indistinguishable What was it? Why? Spoken: I think I was crying Spoken: What is crying? Silently thought: Is that you? Spoken: Don't worry Dad keep thinking but then tell me when you're done I know you're going to understand and you make me feel so patient Spoken Quietly: I think it's them Spoken: What is Dad? Spoken word-light: Crying is them An invisible pillow of wind blew the Boy backward Settled Him into midair Aloft alight a feather's span Travelling by vertices Up and out Never away Always with Dad Stellar invisible hands glowed in communion with daylight Cradled the Boy in trust fall Revealed His descent to be spirit rising And the spirit of the truth carried Him Bending to to his Youth but never breaking The cradle stays always The Boy meditated into door-linking dimension It rooted Him into the coming change From the grass Though His eyes never shut His vision returned He saw Love Spoken softly in wonder: Holy starlight Dad they are going to come back when you go in the garden The Dad stood directly overtop of him Without looming or intimidating The new way in full Smiled This time an inland sea Mediated Less complicated Time-perfect Father and Son intimately book-bound the spine of their love Hand in Hand Spoken together: Wow