Caesar and Cleopatra. Jean Leon-Jerome. 1859.
The
Wires of the Night
I thought about his death for so many
hours,
tangled there in the wires of the
night,
that it came to have a body and
dimensions,
more than a voice shaking over the
telephone
or the black obituary boldface of
name and dates.
His death now had an entrance and an
exit,
doors and stairs,
windows and shutters which are the
motionless wings
of windows. His death had a head and
clothes,
the white shirt and baggy trousers of
death.
His death had pages, a dark leather
cover, an index,
and the print was too minuscule for
anyone to read.
His death had hinges and bolts that
were oiled
and locked,
had a loud motor, four tires, an
antenna that listened
to the wind, and a mirror in which
you could see the past.
His death had sockets and keys, it
had walls and beams.
It had a handle which you could not
hold and a floor
you could not lie down on in the
middle of the night.
In the freakish pink and gray of dawn
I took
his death to bed with me and his
death was my bed
and in every corner of the room it
hid from the light,
and then it was the light of day and
the next day
and all the days to follow, and it
moved into the future
like the sharp tip of a pen moving
across an empty page.
Billy Collins
CIMI
Kin 146: White Electric World-Bridger
I activate in order to equalize
Bonding opportunity
I seal the store of death
With the electric tone of service
I am guided by the power of service
I am guided by the power of heart
I am a galactic activation portal
Enter me.
The timespace in which we live, and the types of questions which we ask about that timespace
affect the quality of the answers we receive.*
*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2014-2015.
Visshudha Chakra
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