"Tin Can" from  Song of the Beloved

                                                                               by Krista Moore

             I’ve been stimulated again to propose something different. Something peculiar and strange and darkly fascinating. I am homage to the stars and ocean galaxies far, far away, can I ride them? I am on top of the world, literally, you know, that is not an expression?… You really are.  On top of it. All the time.  Down below there really is nothing at all.  Can you see me here, with my purple orange hair, I am wrapped in the universal trees of forest, a forest in the trees.  I am dying to get to know you. Can you come to me soon? Quickly? Quickening. Slow. Really slow. Like you are right there on my arm, walking with me to the star moon galaxies afar. Was I walking with you before? Did we meet somewhere under the universe of stars?  

         A universe of stars is what I see. I ask the galaxy of the universe of stars what do you see? Do you see me? Am I this? Am I that? Am I a growing thing?  Can you see if I am still? Can you meet me and explain, half way round the world, if you were here?  My neck itches as if it is not my own. It is disconnected from what I saw and what I know.  I am happy here in this place, this day. This day does not exist so there must be something here that I do not see, something that I do not know or can’t explain. I want to know where I am, really, and what I am, really, in this place or any other, anytime, anywhere.  Where am I and who do I know is here?  These are the questions that paralyze and tantalize me now, because I know, somehow, the answers will come to me, my true Identity.  I will find out soon.

        Do you see me, and if you do, tell me your name, and tell me if it’s true. What gathered here was dust - No more, and what came out of it was - You.  You were born out of the flame that never was, that just kept blowing up before my eyes until I was tantalized. Paralyzed, floating in my tin can, far across the world. This is no joke. I can see you. You just appeared as a purple flaming light streak right before my non eyes. I felt your presence and then you disappeared when I tried to dissect you and see you against the purple iris backdrop of the sky. Everything went dewy black and grey again.  God. It must be true. I am talented beyond delight and you, you are too!

          If I could capture the stars, and many of them did, what would I say to you, with one of them flaming, or reflecting in my hands. Paralyzed starburst tree forest bee. Can’t  you take me where you are?  I would if I could but I can’t. You’re not ready yet.  Well what on earth, if I were trying, if I were really there trying, would you have me do to win your love, so that I could try no further and just be near you?  I would lie in bed with you and laze in the river of delight, swim with the dolphins of the sky and air, take two balms to bed with me, one for you and one for me. Balmy river of delight stargazers appetite, feeling my place along the river and trees, feeling the beeswax delivering me from my balmy night freeze.  Delight warming my nose and smelling my forest gloved hands with two apples from the apple cart that spilled in the river long ago, though no worm be, I took two, one for you and one for me, and I didn’t tell you to eat with me, we just sat and gorged like two local bees swine in the apple of delight forest be.  It was good and you and me, we were good too. We were as good as the goose forest river apple trees. God gave us both of them. Eat. Eat my friend, eat. You are starving and might. Eat until you are full up with me and then we will cast off this lazy river of delight, friend, and make our way to the galaxies of forests gone to bed with me. Resting in a parallel universe of delight, that doesn’t see me, or you, as we are tonight. But dancing in the stars, not like the stars, in them, right there up in the apple cart of stargazer lilies in the apple universe of trees.   If I were dizzy, and I am dizzy, I would say, you never said you would, and I never said I can’t. You never supposed it could be done, and I never supposed it couldn’t. And so both of us, seeing this for the first time, must be blown away, like our little tin can wood. It is gone, it is gone. And we, we, are here, gazing like apple blown forest lilies venturing forth for the first time in the applest of appley trees. I am dizzy with delight of you and me and the apple crazed lilies in the forest of our time together here on earth and up there, in that galaxy of universe of universes against this river of delight. Do you see? I see you. I see you, my friend. I see You now. Amen.