Here to Eternity

Don't ever start to listen
To that ringing in your ears.
Don't ever shut your eyes
Or cut them over toward the source.
Don't linger in the rhythm's madness,
Or you might begin to hear
Patterns and messages
In their quadratic codes.

But if you start to take apart
The thinly woven veneering,
Everything false will splinter,
And your maxims all will fade.
The wilderness truth will set you free,
But free for what?
To wander?
Desperately and deprived
For your next hit of reality?

But if you dare to translate
The moans and shivering quivers,
If you dare to come apart yourself,
Then enter the splitting seams
So that Love can burst your digits.
There will be streams in the desert
And blooms,

From here to eternity.

-jenn long