I H a v e My R e a s o n s

I H a v e My R e a s o n s

My name cues the way home
I have become nobody, no one
For how insignificant are my words

In one country on one planet
Near a sun among a billon suns
In one galaxy of a hundred billion suns
In a universe among a hundred billion
Galaxies, we float in a quasi-narrative

13.8 billion years old, my words
Is a thin balcony upon existence
I will live maybe 80 years, maybe use

A few thousand words at best
There is no such calling as poet
I cannot speak for martyrs or prophets
Nor have I been summoned here
My body is starting to suffer like a vehicle

In my dream, planets have voices
Strangely in isolation from neighbours
Not unlike people with their alphabetizing brains

Is language then the dark matter?
That makes up information and is yet
Invisible, and what is the black hole
Of philosophy and the last curfews of reason
I see no evidence of objective truth

Only the narratives we fantasize about
To give our reality a semblance of order.

MY SOLE AND EXCLUSIVE STANDARD

i

You do not just hold my hand
You hold the affections of my Universe
Without one thing all would be useless
“Oneness”, unity, empathy, connection
Call it what you may, it’s here
After a life of being abandoned

ii

It’s by stealth and fire and trials
That we come to realize
We all belong and are carried eternally
Already you see I have escaped
From you, the drama, the mystery

iii

It’s all gone, I’ve come to an understanding
With the world, with existence
I’m determined to befriend everything
In a platonic ideal beyond appearances
That embraces all creeds, cultures, religions
So called separate divisions, all aliens

iv

You do not just hear my voice
You feel my spirit in my language
And that’s all I can ask for
Without this it would be useless
To attempt to communicate shared meaning.

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