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Hat Rabbits

Manifest Destiny Abracadabra

Hat Rabbits

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

Goldie Hawn stirs a rainbow leafs against sky 

animate and dance in mind, providence of spread

legs journey west, stumble into a mine shaft to

fall for 37 years. Anomalous dynamics, deemed a

weightless pong vollied between hemispheres to

emerge in volcanic eruption, then appear on the

evening news. Feather voice found me splashing 

in a bath, ‘Hemingway’ says the lady of 1946, with

palindrome restored come visions against the grain.

Wrinkled faces clock time, expressions instruct 

wavering compass, solemn salute raised totem of 

fortune flapping drawers. When her straps hit the

water it all boiled off, on the side of the tub lay a

pile of purple jelly, should toast ever wish to spread

my honor, that gives you opera voice till it clears,

patience a virtue, a lion’s stretch under blazing sun. 

Beyond Grounded

An updated To The Enemies made more my own. Beyond Grounded By Tyler Lucas Mobley Young as those towers crumbled into dust, too young to know what could become of the world, too many spaces to fill, bewildered. What does the world turn round?  Love Island Below Deck Squid  Games? No better monument, who didn’t … Continue reading “Beyond Grounded”

An updated To The Enemies made more my own.

Beyond Grounded

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Young as those towers crumbled

into dust, too young to know what

could become of the world, too

many spaces to fill, bewildered.

What does the world turn round? 

Love Island Below Deck Squid 

Games? No better monument,

who didn’t what, attention waged. 

When did we forget that love 

received is love returned, 

your heart must first burn full

for the world to nestle up to it.

To love somebody is to love

yourself, to be is not easy, 

world on your shoulders, 

anchor eyes glisten in detail. 

How to be when mystery is 

our truth? Each foraging a

path, some find wings and

enjoy their cake on clouds. 

Simple one day mind and 

moment purr together broad 

as the horizon, somewhere 

horses jostle in starting gates.

Somewhere she wears only

night, lunar arousal she carves 

brilliant ice sculptures with her

nipples only to melt by morning. 

Squint against an icy wind on

a heaving sea, pickled delight 

cast with cages on the bottom

line. Buttons undone reveal a

common root, majestic redwood

birds peck at trunk squirrels hide 

nuts in my midst. Somewhere an

answering machine takes a message. 

Be slow, slow down, find

the letter in your bottle. What

you conceived must be felt as 

fentanyl numbs a way forward

for those who forget to ask

why the moon scales to the sun.

Our angels conspire with demons

on hoops we transform through. 

Relax those shoulders and secure 

your feet in the world you couldn’t 

embrace, step into a dream, pretend 

galaxies knock on foreheads before

bestowing each new thought. You’ve

been right all along, the letter you

wrote must be read. This feeling, 

as the earth feels the moon you

sense my gaze and know we are 

the same. We enter one runway

and exit with personal flare, to

truly be gone you must have lived.

When harmony sings as golden sun

elaborate a rainbow, kiss your toad

goodnight. What is life without love?

What is love but a love for yourself? 

To see you in all others. Laugh 

as you aim for the stars, it always 

was, soon we’ll forget how to play 

this song, funny how we play along. 

Luminous Drops

A series of thoughts while surfing the morning of 10/29/21.

Luminous Drops

By Tyler Mobley

In a world of reminders, reflections of life’s unknowable center pass with utmost familiarity. It may seem obvious after the fact, self aware creatures are bound by the light they see, yet being of light their understanding of its spectrum is only limited by the spectrum itself. A Dude Where’s my Car’s “continuum transfunctioner, its mystery is exceeded only by its power.” Everywhere there is light there is a rainbow, put another way a rainbow exists in all the light we see. When the sun reflects off your phone and casts an iridescence on your hand grasping the wheel while you drive. The Dark Side of the Moon album put it right under our noses, but we only see so much with our ears. A lone beam passing through a prism becomes many as constituents are displayed. There we are, “the all singing, all dancing crap of the world,” pulling out our phones to capture through the clouds what we’d find if we’d look inside (Fight Club). 

A surf of revelation sets my receptors open to basement dwellings, a rainbow in the spray off the back of a passing wave shone in the low morning light. Thoughts come knocking, not one to wait is the self referential check in all things, the seed within the fruit. Arriving at Stan Tenen of Meru Foundation, “light in the meeting tent” occurs to relieve some insight. We are no different, take the formless, light, fire, soul, and pass it through the form, prism, water, body, and what appears? A rainbow. 

Soren Kierkegaard in The Sickness unto Death frames our condition as a relation to the relation. The central relation between formless and the form, the self is what becomes of the relation to the central relation, thus the self is inherently self referential. To become oneself, find you’re light among the rainbow. 

Links to

https://meru.org/

https://antilogicalism.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/thesicknessuntodeath.pdf