What is
If only we could dance forever.
(a poem for Micah)
You undid all your strokes of being and now all my veins are open.
Even if you’ve given your body to delusion, can you believe that it’s not too late to give it to God?
All our lives we wanted to be bigger than words, wanted our actions to mean something.
We always thought that we were so big next to God.
That if truth contains all things perhaps, we could mean everything to everyone.
We often spoke about the Bible.
How in the scriptures, the only beings who instantly know Christ are the demons.
We spoke about a new form of confession, where it’s not about confessing the information but giving the other the right of judgment.
I think about how death is casual, frequent, and random.
How it reveals within us a pantomime of fear.
How I would have never known this world until you left it.
Many were our conversations about going in laughter and understanding the riddle…
About this cruel world where people say that people are just children that want to bow down to something.
I think about how hard it is to understand that for better or for worse, men are all the same.
How history tells us that we change the world through murder or suicide.
You were terribly happy because you were terribly unafraid.
The divine touches some and sends them to speak of great suffering.
I still believe that God wouldn’t have touched you to do something that worships the Devil.
Plato said that the truth is the sun and that you can never look at the sun directly.
And it’s still not clear. Because I’ve now invented a person I live with every day.
Because even when I told the truth, I was lying…
I was not ever speaking the truth; I was speaking for myself.
I am guilty of everything in front of everyone.
You crawled inside my consciousness and made the light seem dark.
You showed me that interface for accessing truth is friction.
I will remain a disciple through the moment in which they nail the last nail into my coffin.
Hope is the only thing I have and maybe time will meet me halfway.