It's the longest day. Can we make this short?
No. There is too little time before time disappears.
Your pulling away from the hair ropes of others
is only to see that you are them inside
but unrealized, like everything else in this wide
and realizing universe. We the guides learn
as we are called by the students - one good turn
creates another - in the spinning swirl,
the soul-conserving whirling spiral.
Convivial to all you share flesh of all
as you are consumed in ways unknowable,
but you as illusion must cede to the law
by breaking, and breaking, you must have a flaw
to join in perfection with something to add,
the things that you lack are the things you call bad,
the darkness is what overcomes you the most
because you don't know how to influence ghosts,
so the ghosts have you, instead of you teaching them
who they are, part of you, to share in the hymn.
You are the little boy lost always found,
that's how you align with the sound,
the loving and longing and far-away feel
will make what you call life - inevitably - real.
So light's not all it's cracked up to be...
