last laughs

I know myself enough

to know myself

repeating and

repeating the same sad

thoughts behaviors patterns poems

autobiographies again

and again and

also 

again

and

once more

I have proven

to myself

I know that person

in the storefront window

so well

yet

what do I know of

the subtle deteriorations 

of nature

the curveballs of

destiny

let alone

the gentle mercies

of synchronicity

the strange miracles

and sweet, subtle interventions

of a self-existent

observer inside

awareness within

eye of the Aha

shining of the Self

a script, a song

dancing on the edge

of a realization

synapse

tongue

the space between our faces

the secret

unfolding fully

a script, fleshed out

developed then executed

the song

of an aimless troubadour

finding love only in rejection

spins on vinyl

a limited edition printing

an album that cannot be found

anywhere anymore

never could nor could have been

yet here, in the sounds of crackling flames

the cracking of our aging bodies

the crumbling of lost civilizations

the coming of a savior sun

rising today ever and foremost

in the glimmer of your eye

glint of steel-struck flint

glow of embers

slowing dying

forgetting their flame

fumbling, foaming, flying

into endless rebirth

arrives

flies north

east first

arrives where home

used to be

arrives home

home in each morsel

of time

each minute

of feeling

each depth

of simplicity

each cloud

crowding out the horizon

bursting into the sky

joy and ethereal promise

clouds are music

are destination

are thoughts of no-mind gods

are the body of the holy ritual

of repeating oneself

until heard, beheld

released