Day 10.

Phil Kaye and Sarah Kay, spoken word poets of righteousness and truly amazing inspiration, came to Pali yesterday! I'm so influence-able. When that a capella vocal group came to Paul Revere, I was convinced I was going to learn to beatbox. Although not all assemblies apply-- for instance, I have never wanted to be a bus safety officer or a sexual harasser of any sort. (That last part is a lie.)

so anyway.

i walk from here to there watching faces

change from apeshit to disgraced

in a frenzy feeling crazed and

it's the way we get places

wrapped up, distracted, nervewracked, feeling like we're acting

feeling from the inside and judging from the outside

and seeing as they go by

all we have to realize is this:

you cannot reduce the entirety of a human being to what you see

in keyhole speculations

fragmented conversations

imaginary hallucinations

i slip sideways

between the linked arms

i got the charm of

invisibility

try convincing me

that I'm somebody

I forget because

I'm only seeing others and

it takes looking at my hands to

get that these eyes and hands are brothers

and these eyes can tell stories

tell the ones that are lies

the ones that echo off empty tries

the ones that try to look away, or look you in the eyes

And mine can read how yours change in the sunlight

how it makes me feel like a person revealed

a revelation for an atheist a

standing on your head-wise

we're just sleeping on a train

but we know our stop is soon

we'll wake up when it's time

we'll wake up when it's june