end all parties

breathe
just breathe

things to do
things to say
tomorrow
with all requirement
and implication

ever vanguard
alarmist and alchemist
nostril-seated
sentinel

where have you gone
angel
i miss you
so tired of me
weary of creed
and ideal
elsewhere weary
beyond weary
i know
you in me
hidden
obscured
with avalanches

just a parlor
with a piano
and the mountains
of mothers
all around
one mind
one voice
one heart

and breathe
just breathe here

for all i ever wanted
is that night magic
where you circumscribe
all feeling
with arpeggios
and strings
with whispered insights
and screamed assents

sans artifice
naked acknowledgement
and acceptance
constructing the grooved network
of touch
with omniscient directness

how you load up the mass of sentience
on your diamond-studded shroud
and race in thought speed
into the very fulcrum of is

and there is not even a sound
which triggers should have
or could have
only the incalculable mass
of feeling minds
unlocked and aflame
with the passion of
pure love

and so maybe i don't even breathe
breath
anymore
but some sequence of modal
imperatives
all aimed
at realizing magic
in the seat
of everyone
every object
every idea
that has a name

perhaps breath
is the ceremony
wherein
loss
regret
dissolves

where all accounts
are settled and enlarged
where none
feel any pain at all

it's not lungs
and oxygen
it's not lottery-like
chance is to sneeze
it's the hot-white power
of agreement

because
you could be anything
and so why wouldn't you be
this party
to end all parties
all its preparation
all its accoutrement
all its reverie
all its morning
and ever after

and if this breath
ever signified
anything
if its efforts
were ever directed
toward some end

then let it be this