Invisibility is the only alternative
to the fraudulent
Sublimation into holy water
What is not there
is all there
is
The private paper prizes
and plastic public plaques
The voices that surmise
and reduce
and refract
Confusions and conventions
illusions and inventions
Fear and bad intentions
the need to keep things
down
The real doesn't have the same
necessity to exist
It sees how forms are friends
and people redeemable
All actions are reversed
all thoughts return to love
There's nothing one can do
to save or change
or model
goodness
It persists in unseen
alcoves
Where belief enjoys
the joy of
What is finally perceived
