The Fool's
Journey
by Ned Hogan, Jr.
he
found it, bent and bruised, laying glistening white on the white of
the sand. Some one had tried to eat it. Yes, it was a scroll
Stained
with ancient vegetable juice the page looked like a lizard run over
by a car but laying in the middle of the desert. It rattled and hummed
in the strong and constant wind and flying sand sang the song of sea
foams dissappearing into hissing on the beach after the wave had reached
the last top it ever would, and, of course, its last thought would
be
just hoping
that what she sees
today
will be a gentler beast
by choices made
now
about the thinking [just between
the slow motion seen
in
between
dancing leaves]
I fell in love with her whole family
and smiling
they assured me
and grandly
that it was ok [a flower waiting on a table
turned backwards
twice
and was able
to
not turn around
the fable]
the meaning that true
from only the sounds
made one once after another
beautiful musical rounds
making the seperate come together
on the true ground
mother
now
that what she sees will be painted as it must
with the wide and broad and wise cosmic brush
that makes the seasons blend and turns mountains into dust
and makes all fear disolve into the bliss of complete and absolute
trust
[ he almost fainted as he stopped himself from tearing apart the staircase
that had suddenly appeared right there in his living room. He brought
himself back to himself as he massaged his pectorals and reminded
the universe just who was in control here, just who it was that stood
here trying to decide how to feel about it, it all. And strapping
on his best weapons by closing his eyes for a moment and visualizing
history changing speeches that actually made little sense. Where the
momentum of the audience had snatched up the tiny feebleized toy train
the speaker had produced to distract the crowds lurking intents and
save his own life, where the starved completely into a fast and very
large shark audience attention had turned it into a humoungous and
roaring locomotive. It was about to become just too incredible when
some one came down the stairs. His first thought was; she is too human.
oh,
please, wrap me in your web!
Lift me through my dead!
and I will strum strings
and so
sing
so that it touches me everywhere
as I fall and fall beyond the air
where once I would not go
because I thought someone loved me
so
let me watch your eyes and eyes twice!
(oh, for sure, thanking everything twice
that haveing died
I was not dead)
through the circle of your fire
to you to yours
janus's mother
of our mothers before
mother of our fathers
mother of others
more than forever
more
