i was trying to write what i may remember as i was remembering what I might write.
about never remembering forever, or forever being in never, or dancing on a river, or about the foreverness of where never might lead, or never lead you, or as your fate forever being led to something that can never be.
peter pan in never never land, now in that never ever not ever wherever land.
that land is right here! i stand here. i grow tall with that land of vast empirical stillness.
i am part of forever in that land, you grow with me as we grow, and we grow taller with being tall.
as we grow forever we grow never more. what, wait, are we ravens now?
have we become what the ravens forever quote. i believe the ravens –always.
they forever speak the truth, as they know it.
making aural tweet understandable for those of us who can listen quietly.
guttural jims and jams and jujujushee.
listening at the stillness time, awaiting breathing sounds of bird beaks, of bird speaks,
of fissures and spurting leaks,
leaking truth never.
and so i await and i wait and i wait.
i know that you have whispered the sound i have been waiting for, and yet i cannot hear.
i may never await the listening; yet in this quiet the stillness is still a gift.