thisit | 9.24.04

by naokoshin

this
(whatever-you-wanna-call-this)
will forever exist
          (firmly plantedandgrowing

it
(whatever-you-wanna-call-it)
will always subsist
          absorbing the miracle of sunrise
          seeking the oracle of sunset)

no studious/careful/mindful construction of convenient
forgetfulness
can forget of this

this is what this is

no trail of tears can distort/deface/destroy
a pristine feelvision of it

it is what it is

can’t/won’t/couldn’tifwetried deny this

this defies assumption
it dares definition

can’t/won’t/couldn’tifwetried ignore it

this requires reflection
it deserves attention

we can numb the realwarmth of this
we can silence the magnificentresonance of it

we can snooze the deepdaze of this
we can fear the baretruth of it

we can close the blueyes of this
we can abandon the riskbeauty of it

unfortunately…or fortunately

this
has a breath of its own
burstfills the soul with any attempt to foldhold&hide

it
has a sense of its own
multifeels the emotions with any effort to moldhold&control

this it
is our gold:
             :fish swimming in eternal oceansunshine of you&i

we cantilwedied try this

delineate the lines
that define this
to make sense of this

we cantilwedied fight it

demarcate the shapes
that mark it
to make right of it

fortunately…or unfortunately
whether we like it or not
whether we choose to or not

this
will forever leave (y)our (so sweet) trace

it
will always save (y)our (so gentle) face

wherever this takes us
whoever this makes us

however it breaks us
nomatter it pains us

forever thisit loves us
thisit
is safe (like never before)
‘cause
this’s unconditional
it’s inconsequential
(consciously:withoutadoubtinmymindly)

thisit
like a dream
will forever-always (be) : as us)
present in our deepest parts

‘cause
thisit
is
it

and
that’s
all
that
matters

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