Please please please see
the great great end and kissing
together taken together
the baby secret mind
that only got
more iterated in what ends
ago the end came to kiss
your eyes I can see
were made for
the universe within the universe
for eyes to see
the great great knowing end
the mantra that is you
yours to end all good
yours to have all good
yours to print all good
don’t hold on to
the secret-held secret
baby secret rainbow
the end that came to kiss
the eyes that knew a meadow
to flow a meadow that woke
to work a meadow that knows
to such a meadow am I
to see great great meadow in loss
one trillion treasure texts
bestowed in knotted kisses
or understated to what ends
for all all good
quirked up laughters low
we never see the colour again
outshining all stars
it is as though the crystal ground
is passing through
for all great great great good
to answer each secret name in each
one trillion knotted textures
more knotted now in means
where the crystal ground is
dragged across colour
and colour is passing
into clear light
limited as one is to the clear light
of love
multiplying until small yos
fill the universe
that the children may read
in the book of the opening
of the mind to light
As we were there are
there where are there
is is there are is are
as we there are where
are we are we there
where understated what ends
misunderstood entirely
there where what are ends
what ends only repeats
there were are is is
great great is is is ising
born with the unborn pure space
secret name into secret name
my words you repeat
as your own your name
all colours that went too fast
all crowded blooming
that such a smiling face
and tear body emits
too many great hearts
not to survive
too many great jokes
not to survive
too many great stars
not to be named
this great universal too beautiful
not to have someone in it
alone extinct made universal
in seen-through colours
seeing-through all universal envy
in every small atom admits
no unclarity at all, all good
at all good purity, all good
on my pink outshone
on my yellow outshone
on my red outshone
on my green outshone
all good is all flowering
on which each atom
prints each secret name
ours among them
the only claim is on the absolute
everything is in your notes
just trust them
those who were enough
in shone-through baby rainbow
space allotted in heart-art
and heart-feeling
low laughters out loud
in secret data that resolves
the melt of a lifetime
all in good time sped up
my pink, my red, my orange, my green
inside extinction with you
colliding it with colours unknown
I can see a rainbow prints to each
what even god can’t see, give over
what even god can’t see, give away
secret-universe-all-good
what god can’t see, new colours
even uninvented colours have we
seen through
alive and hearted no matter what
dead alive extinct deadass giveaway
even uninvented colours
have we outshone
what god can’t give away, we will give
to number secret universes
kept deep in tiny bags
can’t give away, can give
all colour, shone out and through
all good, beyond being, and good
all suns, sextillion and more
who needs an extinction
too vivid for colour
and comic survival
applauded across
radiant fire
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Everything I read by you I feel like everyone is dead already and the world has already ended, the transition from Jefferson Airplane to Starship. Linear to Cyclical, bardo thodol to purgatory, the snowglobe to psychopomp, not yet, not yet, words alone keep us here...