A poem by Donny Lee Duke
What texture is your vision? Is it otherworldly? Is it right there on the spot with everything? Does it see layers? Can it figure out God? Do you see the reality behind reality, see that in everything in reality? If you only see yourself standin’ on nothin’ but atomic molecules, do you see anything else? There is no beyond the universe, nothing bigger than any conglomerate you believe in? Do you see a beginning and an end to the concept of forever? Do you see the forces behind the universe making it all happen? Do you see yourself in that a representative player in a chess game with the ‘figure-it-all-out’? Do you see meaninglessness as only existence? Do you see the meaning of the stars? Can you see any bigger than your little figure on earth a humpback in immensity? Can you see yourself in the microscope of time? Can you see what you’re here for? Can you see what you have to do? Can you see the meaning of this poem? Can you it see it plain and clear? Can you see I’ve shown yourself beyond time? Can you see that’s your spot in evolution, the journey beyond anything stars made, the journey beyond the universal envelope we’re in? Can you see that figure here where you’re at, a body on earth? You see a lot, don’t you?
There is an honesty here I can’t seem to capture. There’s guttural, bold-faced reality we don’t know how to adapt to our meaning lives, to our ordered square one. We’re faced with it everyday. We negotiate. We stand on our head. We dance and sing. We don’t know what to do about it, make it so it works where our lives face the world. We just stand there and gaze at it, not knowing what to do with it. It’s just a great big mother fucker, too much little in our lives, a mountain highway that falls from grace. It’s a little bump in the road that threatens existence. Now I talk to you about what we’re doin’ here. Can we redeem chaos? Can we take the barrel of the Void and fill it with God’s wine? Can we take God’s night and make it show the world? Can we be what we are in knowledge to where we are beneath ourselves? Can we be real man? A little piece of God has fallen into the light. Will it ever see again it is God? I heard you on the stairway hum an old familiar tune [heard sung by Bob Ayala, "Silent Witness"] with the yoga of the world where God has been, and we’re reachin’ there, you know? And I’m with yah buddy.
Abdicate in Light
I seem to see myself apart from everything, a whole world unto myself. I’m inside myself watching you out there oh world events in time. It’s special in here. It’s got grand in it. It’s incredibly vast in the fingers of my see. I can’t make of it the right thing to you, the all, the everything. Can we call that for later show? I’m a principle list in the summation of my see, and I grapple with you the same. Equal integers on this strange planet, we broker a see. Incredible, isn’t it? Is that the only way to see stars? Can we get out of this? I’m holdin’ it tight in everything I do. Can you believe me? Oh my God I believe you. I really, really, do. Hear me? We broker a universe in the substance of ourselves. We are so down there, you know? We broker a universe you know. Get my wings, and I’m free space, and I give all that to you. What’s wrong with this see? I’m not there yet, but I’m standin’ right beside you. Okay I’m blind. I think you said that. That’s time’s worth.