10/05/2020
Join us this Friday for an alchemic writing workshop & open mic following our UCSC Rachel Carson College Garden collab Harvest Fest cooking sesh! It will be facilitated by Community Engagement Coordinator Dog Days Are Over!
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hope you all are well. i wrote this piece to explore my newfound purpose: to communicate & translate the universe's messages to you all. i know exactly where this message came from yet i have no clue. it was truly an intuitive trance that sparked this piece. please enjoy. much love to you all 💖
LYRICS:
In the distance i hear a knocking
And it does not make me cower
Like my mother’s knuckleknocks
It cradles the internality of my
Forehead and sparks, catalyzes
Its inner uncrucifying from the
Body it held onto so tight for
So long so for many centuries,
The way the light glints at its own
Reflection it glistens and gleams
Into god’s last dream dissolved
Onto the mouths of his disciples
During his last supper, supper is
Just a synonym for “rite of passage
For slumber” and so in the
Thesaurus of my mind, my every stomached meal
Becomes a ritual becomes the inversion
Of sacramented eucharist and
My every ancestor awakens from the grave
Of my innermind mausoleum and they chant
In harmonies stacked like summits birthing
Other mountains on top of themselves and
In this way i am reborn like i always am,
Everyday this ceremony blesses my skin
With the alive of my pulse
And i tap my wrists in awe
Of their organic machinery
And how my breath is the
Summary of my well-being
And how many bodies have died
In the name of unjust sacrilege
And how the priest never forgives
Sinners within the depths of his
Lockboxed chest and isn’t lockbox
Just a man’s way of imprisoning
What he knows can set fire to
His skyscrapers, like his sky
Suddenly scraping itself into
The multiplicity of a black hole’s
Singularity until his ego crumbles
Back into the stardust that birthed it like
How a mother could unbirth their child
At any moment but does not and thus
The undoing becomes the holy
And thus i am undone until i am nothing
But a ball of light floating incandescent
In the hands of God, telling my father that
God had something special in mind when
He decided to emerge me from the shadows
Of what should have never been born,
My mother’s birth canal was too narrow,
My cranium too large, to this day i’ve had to
Constantly allow ancestral and descendant energies
To cradle me out from narrow birthcanals
Each time i’m reborn and this channeling
And everything but a death and death is nothing
But a vein collapsing into a root system,
And i am every nothing that brought me here
To breathe myself into existence until i
Resurrect every choir the preacher deemed
Too revolutionary
Too potent
Too earthquake
And so i paint a self-portrait
Each time enough of my cells
Invert themselves into near-irrecognition
And my cognition expands beyond the
Tele-scope of the previously impossible
And possibility becomes but a crystalline sphere
Within my grasp and i sigh
At how closed eyes
Could channel a river
Through their forehead as well,
All they have to do is sit in a
Field of bullets
And neuron
And bone
And blood
And clay
And metal
And fire
And webs
And mirrors
And kaleidoscopes
And listen
And listen
And listen
Listen
Listen
Listen
Listen
Listen
Listen
Listen
Listen..."
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