Pink Noise World

After I had finished and the ball of muck was released to soar —

    These words a thing I had often heard of, yet its attributes too fearful and simple to comprehend, its name Justice, opened its mouth and I feared it would eat me, but it spoke into me instead, my trembling omnipotent hands covered my eyes from its brilliance.  I  a mere pretender, the one who feigned Godhood.  It, the one who was simple and was mere, like a dark night’s pond frog’s beam suspected by a swimmer hearing a splash and in sudden terror tries to reach the shore.  I had almost made it.  It held me high and roared these, each word, like a hammer, each vowel like an ember of a dying fire released into a finite incomprehensible air.
    “Some say the Earth is within the wolf’s heart, along the power glide of the hawk, within the glimmer of dew upon a flower petal’s flash of dawn’s first light, that the wolf’s french horn call  we so often look for our own souls through, is the sound, the cry of our own bewilderment at our own cruelty soaked into the skin of our planet, poured into its oceans, its skies, and upon its blood and tear mingled soil we so often offer up to our loved ones, instead of ourselves as we were born, calling this gift ‘truth’, ‘reality’ and ‘obligation’. 
      We often sense that the wolf call is our dreams, even if we have never heard a wolf call go into our ears, but, instead have heard the songs of modern bards and the purple pound of their hearts through the words and rhythms of the bands and symphonies they cook our air with, and by this capture our hearts fully; yet we are ardent within this capture only until the first pink noise of our lives pulls us away again, for outside the movie or the stadium doors, beyond the headphones, lies the world of pink noise.   
    These songs of wolves and bards, their source that flows into our first awakening moment each day, lasting but an instant, the one that we forget, remembering only the second one, the one we think we are, instead of that first one that we are, our first baby thought as the air of the Earth brings its birthing waft into our first inhalation, the terror the Earth has absorbed, the tenderness and joy it has offered in return ... the Earth’s welcome, its promise, this:   

you shall be instar
instar, you have within you my future

your destiny

so take, drink, breathe
shed all things but this —

do not forget

me


for I shall remember you
and all the mere things that you teach."


these words  the huge thing that held me
repeated again and again until I placed them into the first human

knowing my powers are only as vibrant
as the  music within its soul

which I never could quite get the hang of

anyhow


Justice grabbed me close, it beatific, wanton eyes and repeated, do not forget
me, for I shall remember you and all the mere things that you teach.

Justice tossed me into a primordial swamp.
A lightening bolt flashed.


I now knew my children would believe they were me.
But it was too late to stop my own foolishness.

Justice chuckled and walked away into the stars.
Walked away
into
the stars, the stars.