01 Dec / THE ORGAN
There’s no proof And our efforts to put shine to Only Point time’s formless finger to your heart – Danny/TL&TW/December 1, 2015
The moment we imagine
There! Its destination is
An endless road in ceaseless canyons
There’s discomfort in the void.
Helplessness. And even
every act of violence there ever was.
big black’s sweep
are as beautiful as they are futile
The efforts, I speak of!
Are as necessary as they are
As charmed stars, we create our own weight
by our light’s refusal.
impossibly now, there’s pressure
and clenched fists
What have I worked to fill?
What beginning and end have I sworn
Vibration, meet echo
Hue, see shade
There’s no proof. Only presence.
and collapse your hand to feel the beating
of the only organ
You are meant to play.
There’s no proof
And our efforts to put shine to
Point time’s formless finger to your heart
– Danny/TL&TW/December 1, 2015