invalidation

‘hold it’,’ she says to me.

‘how do you know who you are? you’ve only been with yourself for 28 years, that’s not enough time to know. this has to be a phase. you’ll change your mind, soon enough.’

all of human life is a phase. phases are growth, beauty, light. phaselight drifting on silver moonbeams. growthlight reaching roots up through the soils to sunlight, nutritious delicious. beautylight floating in circles above your crowned tender head, licking delicate dewdrops of tears off your cheek.

years are arbitrary when souls do not live by the speed of time. we quake and shake like silver snakes in the grass shimmying from predators all hours of the day, and each passing year our shakes and quakes and slippery snakebodies shudder slightly less than before, resulting in imminent death as time drags on. but our souls…our souls thrive and survive, they arrive, at the place they were always meant to go. a knowing sets in, a secret, a scent, a trail that leads to pastures green and skies ablaze with gays and theys, who say ‘hey’ as they walk past you on the sidewalk, each recognizing the other in mutual manifestations of phases and years.

mind. a mind. the mind. its complexity and complacency in callous deeds of dastardly dogs and wily willowy weasels wiggling their way into the deepest dank corners of its rooms lends itself to a slip of the stitching, a mismatch of seams and segments. mind matters, but mind is not always over matter. matter permeates the mind as swirling shuddering slimeyness, coating gray on picture perfect memories like plaque on teeth.

‘maybe,’ i say.