end all parties

breathe just breathe

things to do things to say tomorrow with all requirement and implication

ever vanguard alarmist and alchemist nostril-seated sentinel

where have you gone angel i miss you so tired of me weary of creed and ideal elsewhere weary beyond weary i know you in me hidden obscured with avalanches

just a parlor with a piano and the mountains of mothers all around one mind one voice one heart

and breathe just breathe here

for all i ever wanted is that night magic where you circumscribe all feeling with arpeggios and strings with whispered insights and screamed assents

sans artifice naked acknowledgement and acceptance constructing the grooved network of touch with omniscient directness

how you load up the mass of sentience on your diamond-studded shroud and race in thought speed into the very fulcrum of is

and there is not even a sound which triggers should have or could have only the incalculable mass of feeling minds unlocked and aflame with the passion of pure love

and so maybe i don't even breathe breath anymore but some sequence of modal imperatives all aimed at realizing magic in the seat of everyone every object every idea that has a name

perhaps breath is the ceremony wherein loss regret dissolves

where all accounts are settled and enlarged where none feel any pain at all

it's not lungs and oxygen it's not lottery-like chance is to sneeze it's the hot-white power of agreement

because you could be anything and so why wouldn't you be this party to end all parties all its preparation all its accoutrement all its reverie all its morning and ever after

and if this breath ever signified anything if its efforts were ever directed toward some end

then let it be this