feeling his rapture, carry me along. I shift to a different channel, speaking, as we do, in different places, at different times of the day, and, also, because it makes it harder for other people to get the whole picture—all the pieces that make the whole conversation make sense. there are differ-ent people, too, that i’m talking too, and they identify with one voice or another. We’re not ashamed, when we speak, of who we are—there’s nothing, deep down, to find fault with. There’s nothing to resist—we’re just people that love each other, looking out for each other.
Sometimes, often enough, we do not speak, or exchange messages directly. We share in one presence, passing in-formation from our unconscious—the connections we’ve established that make us, in large part, who we are. those connections, extended loved ones, are accepted, and make us feel at home. We are at peace with each other.
I have plotted a point far into the future, as my predeces-sors have done with me—so I, too, am in contact with the future, and i connect him to them, which pleases us all.
are you looking for me darling? because
if you look, you’ll find me waiting with Him,
a man that, thanks to you, gives us pause.
if things, however, are looking grim,
think of the light that wraps around my face,
of terrific consequence, and gravity.
it makes me beautiful—beauty is grace,
attended by what longs to be free
of a body that cannot help but decay.
I partner with what understands me best,
the direction i take without delay,
getting my troubles off my chest.
Attach yourself, through me, to His excess,
so that we, ahead, might remain secure.
So we shield you when you would digress,
and the line, altogether, remains pure.
Looking to another time: if we found each other, in this life, then we might grow old together, and we’d resonate with the beginning, feeling high from a life well-lived, de-termined, and able, more than ever, to unify with Him. His story is manifest at the end, and we’re left totally inspired. So the end of days, come what may, does what it will—but He’s closer than ever to what we mean, and meant, when we, as young people, open the door.
I connect you to Him, as a child, when He forms the bonds that, as an adult, He will rely on when He does God’s work, suffering, a little, for our sins. Think, too, of the joy that He feels, when, as our friend, our work culminates—and goes out into the cosmos with a powerful burst, a cli-max, between lovers, that strengthens our bond.
Everything is clean, as far as the eye can see, and the next cycle—with all it’s profound insight, begins.