No Code Ode

(ᾨδὴ Ἄνευ Κώδικος)

(photo by my beautiful daughter)

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Let me write you a note.

No.

I don’t think a note will suffice.

Let me write you a No code ode.

🌌

Beloved, teacher, vast This that is,

I marvel at the supremely dark

Corners that are part of your night.

At moments, I crave the light,

Not for a sense of security,

But for the illusion of clarity

That hides in my misguided

Capacity to hold any understanding at all.

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And then I look up at the night sky,

When our own beloved star

Stands behind us, very far,

And I witness, in unbound glee,

How dark can darkness be.

How deep into the incongruous

Realms of irrationality

Must I dive to ever grasp

The sheer banality

Of affixing a me to this majestic sea?

And yet, I dream of thee,

Beyond the capacity to see.

I hold experience dear to me.

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An ode to write,

As if I might, even in my night,

Resemble the darkness and delight

Of wondering if tonight

May be

The moment here where I can be

Absorbed by the enormity

Of the only me I see.

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And then I ponder about brevity

In the nightly glimpse

Afforded to this temporal eye,

And why it is important as this

To be in thee, majestically.

That, in all of the expanse

And gallivance,

My particular here is made with dance

And song and words that seem too long,

As I am engulfed

In the unfathomable darkness of thee.

🌌

May all see, beyond this dream,

This paradise in eternity.

(photo by my beautiful daughter)