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For Full Lyrics / Limited 10" Vinyl purchase: https://levithepoet.net/webstore/vinyl There is a saying: “The only way to is through.” My way of articulating that reality is — I think — fully realized in the song Carl Sagan’s Smoking Chair, which I released January 1, 2018, as a part of a 10” vinyl release titled Ferment/Debris (yes, we still have some available): “There’s no bridge for bypassing crucifixion.” I didn’t know that while I was writing these lyrics, so to was I living one of many small deaths that would give birth to new life on the other side of that excruciating season. This downward trajectory that is the spiritual life. A losing that leads to found-ness. Even a hell whose flames cannot help but become a refining fire. A light that seers, and frees. What have so many of these days been, this year, if not deaths? What has not fallen apart? There’s no way past it. How do you side-skirt a globe? I still believe in resurrection. In fact, I believe in resurrection more than I ever have in my life. It’s not a “making light of” or a shoehorning hope for the sake of the cliche. It’s more like hope as the undergirding foundation against which I can buffer all hopelessness, where love really does cast out fear. “No despair of ours can alter the reality of things; or stain the joy of the cosmic dance which is always there.” When I sat down to write this poem at Elliot Bay Book Company, Capitol Hill, Seattle, I wanted to write about a car crash and stardust in a sunbeam. About how Sagan spoke of how big God could be if all us didn’t constantly demand such a small one. He is not the deafening God of "what ifs," no matter how painful the death is. It has to happen. And all of the sudden, it is not bad — it is perfect. - Thanks to Artist Reformation: https://artistreformation.com This would not exist without you. For years, your non-profit organization has overflowed with support for artists like me. It’s an honor to collaborate with you on such a rad project. Specifically, I want to honor Ruben Perez and Matt Lowe for contributing your time and talents to see it all come alive. You are gifts through and through.