26.11.15

SAVED AS WE GO

We're all works in progress, no one disputes that.
What few seem to understand, we're saved as we go.
Like documents in a computer program just in case
the whole thing crashes down around us, it's alright.
We are the back-up copies, ourselves, it's just that
a long time ago one of our ancestors made a choice.
They chose to break away and declare themselves
as being unique and in their own right a new breed.
This meant the backup system was working well.
For you see, what's copied is only the originality.

6.11.15

MEMORY BURN

One knows the Sun for its continuously circulating
eyelashes, for its insectile gaze, its ocean
of bearded reefs sunken below a forest
spun from hairs of light streaming through a face
that drinks from the bloodstream of infernal gestation
in the gardens of endless possibility slowly
brewing the turmoil of worlds;
for a sleeping nutcase with cracks
barely concealing a brain about to hatch
a superheated paradise where dragon wings
conquer the skies above a sea of multifaceted eyes
always watching seldom spied from
way out here on Earth where
we have always tried to hide
every single day of our lives
out in the open under the sky
the Sun remains the only one
that knows everything we've done.

BURN AWAY

 

Our blue star roils
coronal parachutes detach
soaring on thermal updrafts
before succumbing to the vacuum
a silent shriek of fading bat wings
converge into a halo of cloudscape
in an outer realm so far beyond
the cauldron which feeds it
enormous tidal spurts of ejecta
celebrate in molten triumph
licking the void with sudden languor
and while in full blown possession
continues to evolve every living day.
We are watched like clockwork
by the scintillating eyes of the Sun.