I hear a muse
who speaks
and sometimes sings
and dancing leaps
only through my dreams
Whether mine is lonely
or one of many
we share at night,
I wonder
Where dark certainties
and sometimes starlit celebrations
unfold
dim as old dismembered bright
I suppose S/He might respond
to this humbling humane question
asked while fading off to play
and work
on Earth's re-spinning days
Frays and plays of relentless unresolve
becoming morning's clarity,
a puzzle solved
Just for me?
or for eternity
From all of us?
growing lunar waxing
knowing waning
weaning culture shifts
Communal waking
to whom we long to be
woke together ecotherapy
inhaling healthy democracy
sonorously snoring
once again.
I am the wall,
I am built brick by brick,
My bricks have names,
My bricks are thoughts,
My bricks are your bricks,
Each mounted to complete me,
My mortar is loss,
My mortar is your loss,
My bricks are problems,
My mortar is unresolve,
When my brick is mounted,
My mortar seals,
Unless there is resolve,
Then my wall cant mount,
My mortar cant seal,
Either friend or foe,
They one side,
You have the other,
I have the middle,
When you mount bricks,
You must avoid unreslove,
My mortar must run,
My mortar must not be thick,
You must destroy me,
Before I gain height,
If I gain the sky,
Your friend or foe has lost,
You may not know,
That you have lost alike,
Destroy me the wall,
Before you lose your friend or foe,
Before your friend can grow with you,
Before your foe can come to you,
All need a chance,
As do you,
Except me,The Wall.
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