no other way

until then he had been a poster 
from then on he became the Poet

to read to learn to feed
it could be no other way

and when I then became the Muse
beginning at the beginning

of truth to gift this living water
memories and clues to lose to use

while each drop drips drops some 
ripples flipping through to this to that 

and then back to this again and when
for that reason he said I

want to show you my museum
there’s all of Egypt in that foot

this line let’s call it the giraffe 
the elephant why not the cat

while what they were not looking at
uncertainty surrounding some

when in a flash of warmth a liking 
like speaking the same language 

in this terrifying beauty
in that discord of the words

now tied to a turning page
of some epic hero unheard of

and undeterred fumbling home
forming reversals to roam

will they become Love we long
was it Jung who wrote of fear

consecrating selfless selfies
composing poems around here

and to say at last I welcome
that distinguished thing this breath

while rereading and relearning
until conscious calmly death

but beyond then living matters
loving matters reeling arts

will your heart believe believing
in the aim of throwing darts 

it is time then roused the Poet
listen close who’s shared the key

as your bow dear Muse and arrows
appoint synchronicity

reams of couplets realms of pharaohs 
endless nouns appeasing cues

know these parallels won’t paralyze 
without the demons’ ruse

a becoming is not coming for
if only you peruse

when you must untangle theories
not entanglements that choose

yes a newness now will knowingly sow
what your vow renews

from then on the trust to see in this
that cipher they refuse

until time provides alternatives
that classify the verbs

and space to rebegin within 
this no longer perturbs

moving through onward and into
the inevitable next

where ambiguous creatives
leave the unconscious perplexed

as if rhythm lulls the reader
into misreading the text

until now no other way except
where the divine intersects

with all we ask all we perceive
all we most lovingly conceive

devotedly as grow the leaves
boundless as the open seas