Fascinating Truth

This fascinating truth comes out of
your mouth to surround
my feelings like the lights that touch
the darkness in the underground -
optical fiber sensors in the smart
fields with heat, vibration,
bending or squeezing.

This truth is a thing I know for sure, a thing
I know I can live for it.
It makes me understand
our relationship from the inside out.
A new sun
is in this secret world
of our little garden situated
in front of our cave temple,
and I spend time fleshing
out precisely what 'embodied' signifies.
Optical fibers
always pick up ground tremors.
Even so,
I am the only one trying to do
something good
around, but I am growing up in slavery
on your love plantation,
which is ruthless and
has turbulent waters.
The sun disappears
there, nor its rays can heat the floods
to make them disappear.

This truth is like a holm.
It makes you rethink
what you know about the Creation,
and what love means,
when you are still alive
at the edge of your thinking
between certainty and denial,
and when God is
out of your vision.
It is about overcoming
the idea of what makes you
so fearful. I fell in love
with you the way you fall asleep:
all at once
while standing
as the sun stands
in the sky
before the sunset.
Clean and uncluttered,
this truth belongs to a twilight time
and makes you do
absurd things.

We are inside this plasma,
and plasma is inside
everything. It is incandescent
in the sun, and I am curious to know if
you can stop orbiting yourself around it
even for a second.
No, you are not able to do
this, but you are able
to stop the truths from being spoken.
All the absurd things are cool.
Their spirits
lose their oxygen ions
to generate
that matter in no pain.
The Spiritual
things are pulsing
metamorphosis
to break into the pieces, or
to turn back after
a long, complex, but reversing process
before becoming anachronistic.