Clearly, peachybeaches, I am not getting THROUGH to you
so
from the top, Kenosha

Genesis. In the beginning … I run
to
you.

Exodus. Break away: just when it seems so clear, that it’s
Over–You sing a song celebrating what you are and the word you use for what you are is ‘callous’. You don’t know the words to the one about it’s the same with your estranged one, and so the noctilucent red sea cannot help but wash over the chariot and the blessing of the monsoon cannot help but become a killer flash flood.

I used to love you so much I was sure it would kill me
and I want you the way you were.

At the end, only the crying crystal of the evanescent omnipresent sky
crimson ochre and leviticously deuteronomous
(on other planets, it rains sulfuric acid, but that doesn’t change the libidinal thrust of the gospel).

And at the tailfeather of the bleeding end pure Revelation
“All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain”.

But
in mean-time, since there is no story in the rain,
angle a wing with me and circle
descending back to some moment where neither of us is dead yet.

Blood coursing through the night air

I know who I am

I know who you are or who you were just an hour ago

(static interference on the radio tonight)

I know what I know.

It’s not your Maslovian plateau moment, it’s something else.

It’s this moment where you realize that there are a lot of selves inside you and one of them is about to be left behind
as the train heads on towards that metaphorical dying cornfield of some private Iowa.

Which is to say, because it all converges: the identical tears in same storymelting rain.

What else is left for one more class but to pause with a sigh?

Rejeté, my lambs.

A while after the sun sets the professor will send out an email. It will go about like this.

Mulch of vair, blossom claire, dearly beloved and all the rest of you too,

Apologies for the abrupt ending today. I should not be allowed to touch anything, and then they put me in jail til you were 23.

Moving on.

For next time, I want you to review the first minute of this one.

I (as the one who teaches because I can’t do) have 49 subs. JD has fortynine thousand.

I’m at peace with that right now it seems as should be.

See you Monday if not before.