if you don't want to be misunderstood

return to silence, 1/7/2024

Found, missing comma,

Tertiary
Con/Jur/d, 1/7/2024

While we walked 
with Mary
              we heard
an echo of the Absolute

So profound, it killed the dinosaurs
formed islands, in the disjointed

undone Pangaea, disrupted Universal
Truth, like the fractured mammalian ape
tribes had done before with The Great
Lie of separation
                           Third Order Wisdom
as the Anthropocene Epoch
repeats, the past mistakes
including, the miraculous

Geology begetting Biology and distilling
consciousness
                        (or so the AI Alchemists
would like us to believe)

Third Order, not for reasons of replication
rather as we walked, the sidewalks, trees
and crude graffiti side-by-side with beautiful 
spray-painted acts of urban reclamation and 
carrion and post - dragon avians
                              walked and listened with us

And she told us, as her mother had told her
as her mother’s teacher had told her whose
teacher had told him, who had been told by 
them and they, all the way back before the
divide and create other game had started
with its winners and losers, and faith based
teaching, you want to be in the Church of
The Winner, before the fanatics began to 
burn and blowup anyone who didn’t declare
their faith by publicly announcing ‘I don’t like 
losing’ as if to declare they were of an order
above Heaven and Hell, those artificial prisons
for losers - even now, knowing it's true 

                   we fail to abide, we fail to embody

With the entire world, watching and listening as
it does for us all regardless of affiliation to hetero
or ortho doxies, or rejection by secularization or
simply flipping the table over and refusing to play
saying quietly at her hospice bed 
                                                           ‘Non Serviam’

She said, she said, he said, they said simply

‘The minute you form an opinion, you fail’

Entire mountain ranges grumbled 
Birds stopped chirping
The traffic went still

We couldn’t say

(despite our hyperbolic raging)

we didn’t say

better than that.

Finally — snowing — time to hunker down — provision

This made me happy:

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 1/7/2024