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LIGHT BORNE
by Ken McKeon

Doubled over, the twin take,
The scaling of heights
Without a ceiling in sight,
Then the falling down to lows
That have no floor at all,
Where’s balance to be found there?
On each rung up?
Each rung down?
Well chutes and ladders,
All in play today,

I look to the spine,
To the low notch
In the skull’s back,
I juice it with a rub,
Then roll whatever sign of life is there
Down the backside
Like a ball of golden light,
Warm light,
Honey sweet,
Syrup drip
Down to the tip,
Then guide it up the front
With a mantric boost,
Keep going,

When the right mood strikes
Like a well struck bell,
A form shows
As a loop of light,
Felt light
Flowering upwards, downwards,
Inwards and outwards,
All directions light,
No way to miss it,
Nothing else to do or be,
Entirely light,
Entirely weightless,
Free.
Then as a veil of light born raindrops fall,
You’ll find yourself going on about your day.