GIRLKIND

Eternity is not never-ending ever-lasting It is in the stillness In walls, in fences in liminal spaces Traps, clocks, a tired engine Longing for rest against the watch A desperate soul pleas for a pause Remember when the virgin rock and the statues came to stop Stay under - go beneath Til sun will wet the frost And fog make fogginess for us Muddy the visions for our innocence Til the tide approach Clean the beach for new feet to print the sand And walk amongst the rock Long to test the clock with swords of light Great neon beams into the nothing Press the chest into the watch and test the stop I have seen nothing yet I have not But I have not lost all of my want I possess the curiousness You have seen nothing yet Little fawn Leg caught on the traps Of secret and confessional paths Conversations through the wall Privy to darkened blackened thought Of other animals Long to test the traps Would little ankles snap Dialogues still cease to stop Come neon lights and burn the fog When the virgin rock The statues come to stop Eternity be Of an evening overseen On a moment in between or underwhelming I have misunderstood The ever-lasting experience Of girlkind and humanhood You have seen nothing yet Eternity is so much less than I had thought A long withstanding single moment An unacknowledged act A leg caught on the trap And would the ankle snap To free the snare from the fawn Or free the thought from the clock Come neon light and burn the frozen fog Lift the mist for our wisdom Preserve our innocence The visions cease to stop The will to want it never rocks When the virgin rock The statues come to stop It is not a profound concept More likely to be found In the falling down of hair The movement slow or fast through thickened air That we may see true the shapes And real the time the action takes For great movements to be made Longing for rest against the watch We wait until the minute passes And surely it does as it always has done But this does not quieten our widening eyes -our broadening smiles Or put an end to our quest To unearth truth and bury lies Nor dampen the life inside of our heads Nor the need for the stopping of the passing of the moments Do not be afraid of silent places Do not wait for eternal gates to open Patience is outdated here The secrets of the ages tell all else But you have seen nothing yet You have seen nothing yet It may be time soon to celebrate Our strandedness in the liminal space Put a word to each new object here And make a face to end all faces A face to face the questioning And a smile for the coming spring If spring is here what spring was before And a step into a new direction A look to stop the suffering Return the bullet to its owner Place the sword back in the stone It may be soon but may be quite long (I cannot tell you) All the signs I see point wrong We have seen nothing yet And you have seen nothing yet And you have not lost your spirit Think of the morning For what tomorrow will bring ya Think of the cities Think of the bricks and the walls The forty foot tall Think of the lake and the swans And the bread broken for our sins and our wishes Think back to the days Of nothing to do And too much to wish for Come neon lights And burn the fog Let the virgin rock And let the statues come to stop Let us go back and forth Between what was and what is We have not seen anything yet In Humankind and in Girlhood.