Xepera, xeper, Xeperu

"I have Come Into Being, and by the Process of my Coming In to Being, the Process of Coming Into Being Is Established."


You saw something that was sure; 
something that would save you and save your friend, 
your beautiful friend, 
from death.  
You saw something that cut into your eyes.  
    You saw a light that went right into your heart.  
And now you see it has not consented to be speakable.  
It has made you a fool.  
                            It has become too obvious.  
Being is too close.  You will try to make it strange and desirable.  
You will rip the dark night right out from inside it and show it to your friend and make her, force her, to understand what has happened to you.  To see the vision that has forced its way on you.
In the darkness,
  near the streets of society,
     away from society.  No need for the things of society.  
In the actuality where society drops off into eternity.  
In the act where each thing finds its one thing.  
Out in the wilderness of spirit your beloved can never leave you.  
Here is the forceful taking that cannot be undone.  
Here the words between spirit and spirit are ropes.  
The scratches of stiff hair.  Eternal uneasy stimulation.  
Sand against your skin.  
    Dry wind.  
       Sober thinking.  
          Graceful manners.  Spirit trapped in spirit.


You are such a cultured thing.