some gentle child
undisciplined in the rites
asks you

'what does it mean'

but what does it mean

it could mean Armageddon
or it could be the final assassin
to kill Doubt once and for all

it could mean a slammed door
to a dark cave where
crystalline visions stem
from a toiling soul

it could mean yr glow
or your cower

the end that peers over cliffs
the now that craves a star to follow

the world
and your world
and their hapless meeting

it could mean your shame or
your victory or
your disengagement or
your rearrangement but

is it wrong to bring nothing to these moments
to bring no weaving of mind to all these wandering things
to take deep sighs and be a hopeless punctuation
that takes not the task of meaning

that strives not to bring themselves whole

is it wrong to strive to never be wrong
when a budding world asks of us
what we mean or
what anything could ever mean

is it strength
to divorce ourselves
following roadsigns
avoiding the heavens

cause we have rents
and mortgages
and debts

and things
that need things
in order to do things

our world
and the world
our empowerment
and our lost trance ritual

our kingdoms ignored
our power surrendered
to endless shelters and
distractions until

the crisis of why
causes either the
strangling swig of some brew
or the clenched fist of crusade

but upon our transcension
our meaning will find its likeness
guiding forward
that which we found worthy
of our consciousness