Truth

                 The Sand has been washed from my eyes. I now see the jewels of this microscopic planet shine like newborn suns, and the stars in my teary reflection burn away the darkness. I breathe, awake and aware of my existence: the profound question mark, equipped with a endless galaxy all of its own inked in the microcosmic dot. We have all trades places with each other; I remember when I was the tree that shaded you from the sun. I remember when we were a part of the sun, expanding brilliant smiles and exhausting burning breathes. I recall when I was you and you were me, oblivious of the cosmic serendipity. I have dreams of swimming in the ocean, and the fear that aroused me when your net caught me; when the confusion settled, and the fire that kissed me to sleep, awaking from the magnetic illusion just after you swallowed me and I became apart of you. I remember when we were thousands of leaves all bundled together on the wet muddy ground; no conscious knowing, but the familiar sensation of recalling sweet life as the air rustled us about. I recall also when you killed me, but at the time we didn't know each other, and, dying with your bullet in my chest, my brain swarmed with calming awareness. For it was me who killed me, you who killed you, me who killed you and you who killed me. 

  It's funny, really; trading spaces with each other as the sun endlessly burns; sometimes we're on the same street and sometimes we're galaxies away. Time blows us apart and ticks us back together. You may very well be composed of the wooden frame of the clock on the wall, even as I know, somewhere else and some other coinciding world you walk and breathe and laugh and swim and fly and blossom and die. There you are, a rock sitting in the ocean; an invisible particle on the screen of my eye; a rusted cell inside a brick of the bridge. Down below the water stretches out, an animate being. The horizon looks endless because it is.

     It's raining right now. I stick my tongue out to taste a portion of your revivifying composition. It tastes familiar. Even after you died yesterday, you still exist in tomorrow, forever, inside of me, and within the fabric of waxing and waning life. What's in between the spaces of space? You. What is inside the black hole of my eye? You. If light is even real, you float within the warmth. Everything is so vast, and never ending. Our galaxy is but a cell within the skin of your sweet cheek. My kiss seeds a parallel universe in the soil of tomorrow. Our tongues once tasted themselves, mixed the DNA particles that are the very same as the ones left on the rim of your wine glass one hundred and eleven years ago. The face of my watch frowns, because in this modern dream you are dead. But how sweet death really is! A recycle of your being and your memory. I planted you by the shore last night, and tossed some orange seeds atop your ghostly statue -- for some other day I will smile and pick your fruit and taste your sweet kiss again. I smile at the thought of you now, knowing that somewhere else, in some other time of some other universe, you revel in happiness.

Author's Note

Written in Big Sur -- Feb. 28, 2015

Reviews

[fattycbreezy52]

This is what????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Words fall short.Such an incense-bearing cologne to the word "You"..It feels it was all about me because you are me and I am you.Who says your ideas are complicated?Your euphemism and jargons leave me spell bound.You are an insane artist,a true artist.Your insanity works wonder which is reflected in your work.Count me as a fan!

[Chadvonswan]

Thank you very much! I love your commentary

[writing mojo]

one to beat against the heart drum with, this is such a touching piece which expands more then time and placement then the average person's idea of what existence brings..excellent writing

[Chadvonswan]

Thanks a lot for reading and commenting my good sir

[Jennie Baron]

A beautifully worded tribute to the interaction, oneness and interdependence of the universe. Splendid! I second what Mr. M. said.

[Mr_M]

This is one of the best poems I have read on here without question. the descriptions are and flow is incredible. The theme with the ying and yang was fantastic to read. Anything on this subject, along with way you write is bound to catch any readers imagination. Top job.

[Chadvonswan]

I really appreciate the enthusiastic commentary, man. I'm glad you were able to see the words in understanding. Thanks for reading my friend.

[Mila]

Congratulations on winning the Need Reviews? IV contest!

Very well written and an enjoyment to read!

-Mila

[ZackOfBridge]

OHMYGOD. This was very one for all, all for one. Don't actually know the philosophical term for a single consciousness that encompasses all matters of form and existence, but it is well illustrated here. Its like in death we gain the stars, all else within the universe. Good s**t, loved it. Saw that you recycled the orange tree reincarnation idea, found it better suited here than in a horror story. Although an orange tree could not possibly grow on a sea shore, too much salt and seagull farts(;

[Chadvonswan]

Zak I'm glad you understood perfectly what I was trying to convey. I showed some people this but they didn't understand it. But you . . .

[Chadvonswan]

But it could be the truth, don'tcha think?

[ZackOfBridge]

Possibly, but I don't know. I think so long as there is perception there is no truth and if there is no truth there is no perception.

[Chadvonswan]

Hahah seagull farts. Thats very true.

[Gaston Villanueva]

You better believe it!
I tip my hat to you Mr.Chadvonswan

[ashleymarie]

I really enjoyed this! Continue.

[Chadvonswan]

Thanks a lot ashleymarie (:
I plan on continuing for the rest of my microscopic existence

[ashleymarie]

No problem!
And good. I'm glad!

[ashleymarie]

..and why microscopic?

[Chadvonswan]

If you really think about how small we are compared to the entire cosmos. I'm like an atom of the universe. Haha

[ashleymarie]

Very different perspective than most....I like.