SOC 8 May 2020

I am a genius.

Going from flow to flow I know what I know and no longer will be slow to tow the line of this, pen this idea, the mind fire before the expire – take the dates and make them shows and delights that respect my might, my inner delight – the fight that I take to myself. Inside, in here there will arise fire – the holy grail in my loins girded now it arrives up through my naval into my gut like smoke through my chest then fire in my mouth and eyes. See it burn baby!

Lit first, sit, knit with this shit and believe. All of me coming through day after day amazed by the deepness of this bay – the cosmic river everlasting provides, sustains, remains – while outside rivers grow dry – mine is replete with scents oh divine. A lifetime has gone by and now this life – born from the ashes – my phoenix attracts the cosmic talent available to us all. This party stall, this carnival ride – goes on forever. Dates and plates and mates shout: “do it again Matt” – play that tune, write that poem, play that game, write us a play that we can create, together. This is alarmingly intense, this taking away the fence and open wilderness is my playing ground. This life, this day, this minute – this breath. This muscle pulled and flexed to be its best, beast is gone and over the hills he has fled to make his bed in some distant land. The land swallows what we cannot bear and brings back to us in dreams, stories, the most ancient truth’s are now in plain sight. I did not purchase the night – but oh delight – it is there packed in fine linen for me – a gift, a darkness unto itself. The peeling away of skin to get to the meat and bone. The very becoming of the thing itself.