This Ole King - WHY?

Untethered layers

So thin as paper

Let them all, like vapor

Dissipate, integrate

When they hit air

(One thing)

We laid in the parking lot

Watched the stars

And the shooting stars

We know who we are

From beyond to the veiled

Intention between our cells

One thing, there is no other

Only this, there is no other

This one thing

There is no other

All my desire

To what I aspire

When I expire

Down dirtward all my hunger

In fire burn my anger

And collapse my stature

Always now

No before after

Only this, there is no other

Up skyward goes my water

Hang my want cloud

In the atmosphere

One thing, there is no other

Only this, there is no other

This one thing

There is no other

Just layers of this one thing

Living in slo-mo

Daily follow natural law

Cordon off sorrow

Tourniquet until it falls off

Beyond fences

Facing westward

Into diminishing light—

But at the start of spring

Like the robins sing

«This ole king will be rising

A new love blooms on the

Long notes of old horns.»