Frank W. Spencer IV
Eyes looking downward, observing my feet,
Separated and level with the ground beneath,
Momentarily aware of my standing condition,
Yet surrendered to a deeper, internal position of existing
Involuntarily supine and serpentine,
Transcending the illusion of time while enchantedly gazing
Into the mysterious haze and
Rapturous unsettling of the beautiful gray -
The always-inky encounter with the life-giving sway of the unknown -
Where mere star-specks can be shown what it means to perpetually
“Become” rather than to “be,”
Afloat in a super-saturated sea of unfamiliar arms
Each an operative companion
Performing unending postmortem and healing
In waves of awakening alarm, necessary to challenge
The infectious strictures of unnatural normality,
The sum and total fixture of disconnected reality
Where the hallucinations of feet upright and frames stationed tall
In the cancerous exposure of a shadowless light solipsistically blinds us
To the necessary but invasive procedure
Of an obscured cosmos orchestrating the generative unfolding
Of a wild and weird remolding, an unclear vista of divine unsurety,
A fog of abundant uncertainty and imaginative unpredictability,
A fruitful entangling committed to unraveling all dichotomy.
As I lie under the liminal dissecting and reassembling
Of wonderment embodied that administers the elixir of oddity
I increasingly desire for feet that are no longer grounded
But embraced by the thick and sacred mire,
Now I have faced what words can never relay,
Ready to become unsteady, unmoored and wandering
Hopefully
Into the beautiful gray.
