At the Beyond

AT THE BEYOND It is here at the point Where no life exists Where shadows lurk Life is made While Creation does nothing But watch itself in A hole that never ends Ether dances and joke at The beginnings of dust As we bring to life that Which longs to smell misty dew And try luck and fate On stages of illusion Here we eat pomegranates In custard apple skin We breathe in salty spice From pink peas in tunnels of horns Here throats are channels of finality Columns of joy in hope Here silence is the loveliest sound Sights contest to bloom on Trees of golden chandeliers and flimsy Nightgowns after dinner mints At this point of open fluid blueness Sightless serpents mingle with Lights down their spines Bracken love is made then Broken like crockery on a shelf Overburdened with fear At the beyond orange magic Exists in hair without roots Round and round In bones without marrow Mouth to tail as God puts Together noses and arses And makes granite curves With candy floss fingers Here man is woman Woman man, and goddesses In curls and red sequined slippers Witness Tarzan at work eating Pineapples with prickles Tongue to tongue Here a point becomes the only space Space falls into time Time into circles Numbers into letters Letters into nothingness While black Persian cats Cavort on blankets of faith At the beyond things Jump and don’t move Spring by standing still Guitar notes run along in Blessed focus locked In flights of danger Here you fall and fall And scream a soundless scream Blond lashes in a teacup Filled with ovum and sperm Where a flame is not a straw To hang on At the beyond It is so ! CHECK OUT POET READING FULL POEM ON YOUTUBE @ghairodanielspresence ©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song2005