for pythia

my days are spent with words unspoken

though birds will come to tell me

that i have eyes and for nothing

i may not have what is mine

being as an act of meaning brought forth in this world as possibility

being as an act of meaning brought forth in this world as possibility

i almost knew there was silence taken away then suddenly gone

i see with just enough time as if somewhere opening into darkness

i long for you being what it is and not everything is beautiful

what remains of the day

what remains of the day are the revelation of hidden meaningwithin emptiness you find love glowing in a visible darkness where there is nothing without end is the sadness we fall because we are already falling where there is no time to see after death the way movement  speaks judged today is a day like an other day that you are away from me and like any other day you are here still with no need to say hello or goodbye around the circuit of the sun the little sun in the great circle of eternity what is a lifetime to cover with earth to bury the human qualities of goodness line dissecting darkness  a point in the distance as everything is distance where you see around the other side that i can not recognize anyone any longer must be a terrible misunderstanding one into many the sun is gone life is gone will i find my friends house and the harmony of the world if i do not let go of those things held close to the sky the flowers are not far behind and all around you the sun where no one place can claim an absolutely privileged value as it is impossible to form an objectively valid representation of the universe of learned ignorance my house being now at rest the buddha appears in ten directions with nothing i am at last myself alone with you when nothing else remains this day has come for everything goes to where it is torn apart mortal beauty dissolved choosing to become nothing in exile there is no need to call a witness as fate as let me see the mound of earth beneath the sacred groves the law of twelve tables the eternal laws the principles of systems concerning ideas the consignment of the bond on the most ancient wisdom on beauty and peace on the history of my family on the heroic mind on the necessity of the end and the difficulty of the means on human things on universal right we wander ignorant of men and places of people in general beliefs common to society the true universal right things divine nature the power of prophesy the communication of all rights divine and human close your eyes on this world and what is left after that it is good to know that i will not be here very long the laws laid down by the gods the eternal laws treaties of mankind earth and water and fire a sacred grove held fast by terror fates expressed in verse between those things that share fate to found laws to found cities to found kingdoms you must sow fields but beware the eagle is a vulture the first vanquished people in the world our first enemies the orb of the world surrounding us let it be given to the most beautiful to turn the soil with perpetual labor to reap all things within the divine souls of the dead who have come before the bond of faith was broken by what is called humanity was part of their servitude in a dream i am in a strange land alone gone from this evil world my guardians all now destroyed in exile come floating where am i now i see the eagles that romulus followed and his city that remained i see gods of the roman empire i see the sacred grove and i see that it is here that i will lay the foundation upon which my asylum will be open water pure again close your eyes of this world so i may ask of you what is after this nothing of things human or human things a dream a law of fearful form that you must understand this is not personal your point of view does not exist a point in space perhaps so look again inside the black box now you are alone in a strange land disintegrate cry enough and be gone founded in the sacred grove the dissecting darkness points into the distance where everything is unknown and you are offered a structure for what there is no time to see sadness everyone can see the future but no one remembers where we are going back and forth time is again and again only you my love round vast empty dark we are one which one will we be god does not change revealed by something that remains unknown i dream about a girl i love in every direction falling without regret for no reason at all my heart comes unsettled and does not stay with my body private movements delivering and diverging movements equal yet not and no where near one another the two objects shift a kind of harmony between the different intervals in proportion to their distances from the source not the work of pure freedom perhaps but a set of weighted variables toward an unknown and unknowing  outcome a prediction of nothing but dimension which does not exist  for even one with no heart could not help but know life is a small thing turned in one day into the distance that you see nothing is the gift i have to offer you in this endless circle of light i wander about looking for nothing being as being is i am a shadow only being as existence is real in all the senses false that which has a right to impose itself as a true authentic that which is verified beyond all representation and all manifestation but which also gives all revelation its name and power as a truth the voice of a bird flying away in the sleep of the black circle of prevailing winds close your eyes the wind will carry you as i have wandered in the darkness of my heart unsettled i contemplate the body in space had i known it was a dream i would never have awakened the empty sky where your love is  the only thing i have ever known gone away now everything that remains is just somewhere else even my soul is waiting for nothing a single night that is all now exposed the bones tell me my eyes were still seeking over and over again how history  will end without the way it is in the instant of desire lying silent destroying the world that made it appear the voice that comes from the black box is the body of all of  those who have been buried alive in remembrance i have collected all of your poems and returned them to you we give things a thousand  names but we have no idea what we are looking at in the time of eternal return closed mouths empty eyes the path from individual to god remains a mystery that is necessary to leave in order to find let us begin with what is left behind the moon outside my window with blue sky arched above waiting to become the body of all it is the privilege of history to mix things both divine and human and we hope the way is long to live on nothing and tomorrow is not tomorrow without giving back what i love in a single motion everything i am is divided from you like a shadow only  the one beautiful object which does not exist it will be seen from every side equally equal to itself filled exactly and left alone in empty space of all possibilities enter there slowly cry out admit no one beautiful and useless let it be a confession of faith as i sit motionless my eyes fixed upon my heart a dead star a black spot of infinity around me heart bone cage pile my little monument not quite complete i call out to you in the empty body a tear of the eye and a woman pray to lead people from ruin into pure sky the city is silent escaped whole somehow a swollen silence is all that remains  let it go between earth and sky in the end it is nothing but a natural history of a still unfinished world turned again into something else