Opera Jupiter

At a certain point

I decided

to write all I had to say

to him or to her curse

in a song

all the forms I had watched

cast formed into plaster

but not forever

as even clay and a bit more stone

the ability to withstand

substantial force

my oh my

didn’t you know

I can’t see

I could only always feel

and openly admit to what I had feared

they were gonna play me

at first a strum

and then an iron fist

wrapped around my chest

only I could unclench

my breath

when I fell in love

it took all I had to remember

to keep on breathing

so anyway

it’s always funny — from a far

a fantasy of games and transactions

grows so stale as the chestnut

a symbol of old stories

my friend gave to me

after hearing the same broken record upon repeat

the past only has charm for so long

my oh my

I couldn’t make out such forms

for their aches

had never taken any place

within my space

until their absence showed me

where I had taken such blows

those losses torn

made more space for light

and I found the love

in losing

my oh my

too late I learned of those who were never dear

but had seen something I had that I never even knew

was within me

I thought it was nary a vine

some kind of invasive species

wanted but couldn’t by those who wouldn’t

bind their bodies to the resonance

of a technology older than algorithms

haven’t you found

by now

no cares about

medicine cabinets

and the truth is in

how deeply honest

the soul goes below

the sea

a bed of molten heat

warming our plains

and protecting our terrains

from errant chunks of cosmological material

and that’s why I was so very sad

all the damn autumn long

I felt the depth of such a truth all along

my oh my

sure darling

I can entertain for a fee

but never for free

my oh my

how many times

do those feigning good

tell me how they were bad

but instead of hearing I projected

an image of light and hoped for the good

only to find out

how many make someone else bad

to make themselves glad

I tend to be

naive and sad

of heart and in mind

had only I known

what ails the empty and mad

contained a hole that forgot

all comes from the connection

to divine

from within

my oh my

a golden rule

making me blue

conflates planned actions

with stories about aliens

or sex with the devil

a friend once called upon

became the one who failed to

face a way to equilibrate the highs and lows

so through hearing her hateful words

about our friends I held up a phrase

non such could longer pass hear

through my ears

I had to say enough, since the sages of time

foretold all creatures who failed to change

eventually their true skins

do begin to show

my oh my

in the loss and absence of one

out of the blue

a woman wrote to me

a poem that gave me so much joy I sang a tune

thank you, I said to her

in Romania from my touchscreen in Norway

for forming words

touching my heart

such a magic

benevolent and magnificent

those words a world

different from another one who

showed me later to not be my friend

one lost opens a whole new realm in wait

my oh my

I had only suffered

because I absorbed all kinds of fears

lacking in any faith

in the Him growing from within

that’s when

the first fall began

my oh my

each time I would climb

a little deeper I would fall

until one day I heard

my own call

deep in the dark stillness a light

contained an echo

of my voice

in various tenors and bass

in each person

eventually resonating

mysteriously

in soprano.