The Fargo Kantrowitz'z Literary Campsite

The most important thing is to be willing

To fail at the most important thing of all

Which is thinking itself- forging life from ether-

Formed within your inner house- your soul-

Placed into reality through word- for knowing

Words pointed to real things- absolution

Those thoughts that invisible stayed

And asked for your acknowledgment

As they were born of formless feeling

Are nothings- just as all things are scenarios

Whirlwinds of blood and sinew within

Rise up, rise up, rise up form of airy insides

Give the world the belief that existence exists

Do anything and everything you can- to stand

For the others are out there- roaming the night

Feats of anger seeking those professing truth

Are dreamed about by those who hate kindness

And want to destroy all that is sensitive in others

For fear of the sensitive worlds within themselves

But don’t you let that play down what you’ve got

A seeable tornado. A readable storm. Essence.

All within the glob of the inner invisible and cloud

That is you daily- vision blackened and desperate

And ever straining toward seas you still imagine

To be beauty blue, skies imagined to be white and love

The next step is the best-  A bird of vision taking flight.

As you rise from the black murk of the deadly deep