This poem has been published by Edge of Humanity Magazine: https://edgeofhumanity.com/2024/11/11/the-gravities-of-thin-earth/, and it’s been reblogged on The Skeptic’s Kaddish https://skepticskaddish.com/2025/01/05/reblog-the-gravities-of-thin-earth-by-donny-lee-duke/

I’m on the edge of time.
I stand here and sing.
I’m not about the braggart of time.
I hold my voices down.
I’m all the way down
where you know me
invisible.
I did not carry this to my car.
I banished it.
I operated on you right where it hurt.
I hit you in your social glasses.
I tried to be free.

For all the noise I made a scarlet letter came down
and banished me,
but it’s not there
where I pet my dogs
and clean my house
and cook for my best friend caring for him.
I greet people like they’re the node of the day.
I want them to know they are big in my eyes,
just to help them ease the day
to a better feeling for them.
I hold knowledge in my hand,
but I cannot shake their hand with it.
It’s an alien spaceship,
fairies in the wood.
It’s who they are beyond time,
and it is what I can see ails them.
I turn the page
and spew this out on a page to you,
dear reader,
where audience is as big a mystery as God.
Do you hear me?

I see where the world’s going and how it ends,
edging universes towards yah
how the impossibilities of the one fulfill the other.
Look at our goat today,
but look at our supernal skies.
I’ve painted myself wood
of a lone seer in time.
Silly me I bark too,
and I cry for myself
in moments of abandoned self-love.
I hold in my hand
the wrong sort of type,
the wrong font for you to see reason,
because it is way out your door.
Can you gauge me?

I’m in your toilet bowl.
I’m in your lunch pail,
and I’m around your cookery at night.
I get in bed with your children,
and I’m in the love of your dogs.
I take your glasses off to see society,
and I break you down to see your soul.
I’m a view of the vision of God,
and I’m this little man next door.
Hear me climb to the skies
a poem rider,
a poet mile,
and I’ll get you one day,
to get you to say hello world it’s me,
and I love this poem.
Don’t you see?

This poem also was declined by the private Facebook group Auroville International, and neither their admin nor anyone else from their organization will yet speak to me.