Long Inwardness Poems
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in the public square
you are not to be questioned
just admired
for your dark demonstrations
of being
the hanging black spider waves its life at you
perhaps the arachnid lover is demoralized
by your hidden beauty
hard to tell
you cringe under its radiant otherness
in the public museum
take the tour backwards
let the man with the megaphone mouth
spin his webs not from the center out
but outer to inner
inwardness opens windows in closed walls
be kind to the blank eyed watchers
here is a beautiful oil on canvas
there is a spider in the corner
that no one notices
for it has no frame
its eight legs tremble
The man in the bus-driver cap
extols her still not living attractions
the ugliness of the moment
is memorized by the whole gallery
only the Picasso remains free
of the taint of paint
A fat woman sighs into my face
threads exude
multiple silky spinnerets
droop from sticky glands
I want out
the way I came in
but am now too endangered
to weave my way out of this
carry out picture palace
There are doors but you can’t knock upon them
And if they were opened
There is nothing to see if they did
Just a hollowed out space
Large enough for the width of a door
And no more
Some temples are like this
A dry sandstone and façade and fascia
Not the delving warrens of the tombs of Kings
There is nothing deep to them
The architecture is all outwards
A structure chiseled only far enough
Into the rock to suggest mighty halls within
All inwardness is written upon the outside
Depth only suggested
Rooms for these ancient vaults of time
Would be mere adornments
Their purpose is confusing
Perhaps they point to an interior
That is on the outside
An edifice that attempts to mirror
soul
He often thought that life below the world,
below the surface of any surface, on the inside,
might be a better way to know these layers of reality
he often imagined.
Not for him the outer stars,
not for him the high reach of any physical existence.
Core and interiority, essence, and center – no
not just the center, the heart of it all, the very inmost.
It was hardly a surprise to him
when he began to see the within of the within,
as if it were the eye that, all that is
orbits and arises from.
However, eventually it came upon him
that there was always an expanse, an immeasurable
sky within every substance that he would always be
unable to fathom;
he called that vastness: the God-space.
that space slowly began to probe his consciousness,
made him aware of the inwardness of infinity
and that made him, strangely enough,
discontent, leaving him feeling exiled,
as if he were only a bug gazing through
a frosted windowpane,
for the inner was too immense
(even in a single atom), for him to comprehend.
and now he must always be on the outer rims
of endless layers of reality looking in.
When a feeling is deep within your soul,
A sadness so prolific it begins to rot a hole,
Loneliness lingers like a dark cloud,
The words remain unspoken from you aloud,
The fear of judgement surrounds your being,
The voices of paranoia commanding and decreeing,
Unable to flee your muddled minds manipulation,
You have no choice but to bow to the voices damnation,
Dragged deeper into a mental vortex of darkness,
Shadows lurk awaiting to take advantage of your inwardness,
Procrastinating becomes your only capability,
Self worth, depression, anxiety ruin your minds stability,
Before you no it your trapped in a cycle off gloom,
It slowly closes in creating an all consuming tomb,
Now your trapped in your own minds labyrinth,
How do you escape an emotional counterfeit,
With no exit.
Why would I care enough
to open your recipe story?
Why don't I care enough
to pour you in to enrich mine?
I love your wild seasoned willingness,
can't say the same for our salty willfulness
to exchange our sweet belonging
for side-by-side sour longing.
for being karma's relentless instructions
when we could more peacefully
become simple incarnate
co-productions.
Prime cooking together
feeds my soul to yours,
organic compost
sublime breakfast
wild voiced beings
with choices
stir-flying nice.
Freedom from recipe's half-baked inwardness
evolves freedom toward half-fried out hypothesis.
Natural nutrients grow strong values
folding our stories with care.