The Real
has just these boundaries
That we imagine
–R.D.
Reality must be revealed . Again & again , countless times over .
Like shouting yr name to a mirror . Reflections of the Word
bounce back at you in the face .
Or over the Waters where , over the roar of the Waters
there’s No One there
there’s no
Echo
Until you speak
Until Spirit opens up yr jaws & starts jabbering
until you hear the Word coming strangely
up out of yr own mouth
smokelike
streaming
speaking tongue-tying riddles with yr own tongue
Only then will you believe .
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