the media receiver

[msjane]

I dreamt I was the media receiver
an anxious villain who knew too much
I dreamt I was the super hero who tamed her
by giving her a safe place in this world

I was leafing through the scriptures
from times when we were all 1000 pages
neatly folded for the exchange
those back pocket texts tucked into the brow
full of salt and dusk after dusk
we razor cut so much red
oozing around the curvature of our bicep chins
our bodies all mouths split open like this
to taste change happening

because we are born synesthetic!
and we are reborn synesthetic!
and you cannot beat back our synesthesia anymore!!

ahead, the future lies like a track lit aisle way
and you will not need your
seat/cushion/flotation/device
this plane is landing on the dawn

we awaken changed and still the same
these are the pearls of the 20 year old me
out of my 28 year old mouth:
1000 hearts can't be folded or exchanged
but resonate and modulated
can you taste this?

this the curvature of the anti-eclipse
this the eurythmic subject center lit
scintilla of scintilla of scintilla of scintilla...

here: is a place for you
this morning: now
just open your palms:
and listen

we are the media receiver,
we are the media,
we are the medium,
we are the synesthetic super heros,
eurythmic subjects pulsing light,
and *this* is *our* time now.