i never knew how sweet the world was
until i just now awakened and
as i awoke i remembered
how sweet the world was
the last time i was awake.
isn't it amazing how amazing it is when
you are awake again and the world is
sweet and clear and alive?
is this the carnival i had always heard it was?
and isn't this the merry go-round,
and isn't it somehow merry?
and isn't it round?
and it goes and it goes and it goes
around and around.
and the people live and die in this.
and the people are lost in their vomit.
and the people are killing and being killed.
and the police are sweeping us all up
to be herded into their factories
if we are unfortunate enough to be
poor and unfortunate and saying something
about how it is and we are all
somehow gone.
and when we are not so unfortunate
we are loving everything we
can get our hands on and we go and go
around and around and around.
and everything the poor and unfortunate want,
those blessed with something have.
and i am not saying that
anybody should not have.
and i am not saying that
anybody without should
have what anybody else
who has what they have
has.
but what can be had is what i have now:
the sky and the stars and the world.
nothing more. nothing less. just this.
there is a sparkle in the world
which can't be owned but which
can be had.
and i suddenly now have it.
again.
and i should hope that i can have it again.
and i should hope that i can share it.
and i should hope that eventually
all can find it here,
because it is not
anywhere else.
