part I
heavi is dark
when only what below does fall
upward and ground does not ` see
i float
between
is the word of center
he told me to go liminal to my end ~
ends are a thing of parts
to between whole,
lun-attic [in the attic of the moon]
part II
will tell how to release karma --
ask,
am I willing to let go of an attacked dark
he will lay and ask, in wait
>> <<
the answer is behind the door, must open and if not be key
part III
the story of grandfathers ~
one of grandfathers,
there is an arborist he knows the names of birds he did once chop down wood from a desk,
there is an artist of pastel and photo when photo shops were those of scissors and gold glued,
and there is a musician who lived in the way we imagine and perhaps still sings to ghosts no longer here but we are here still unseen
she will remind me again, "it is in knowing yourself that you will know them"