29.4.16
28.4.16
NOT DREAMING
Grasping that magic remains
the framework upon which
our existence rests
we must hold our breaths
without the hollow reeds
to carry us hidden downriver
stacking up into thatch-roofed houses
we blow our dreams through
to set them afloat
on the sea of eternity
which is to say
the fire it takes to burn
those homes down
would never have been set
without the water with which to douse them
and from which all their kindling grew
into the fallen monarchs of the forest
we are so deeply within we cannot be seen
even to ourselves
when discovering each other
in a place where darkness
becomes impossible
while time unwinds
from the stellar depths
haunting us all visibly
each night while we exhale
our pent up sleep
so we may reawaken
the following morning
to a brand new day
having secured
the framework upon which
our existence rests
we must hold our breaths
without the hollow reeds
to carry us hidden downriver
stacking up into thatch-roofed houses
we blow our dreams through
to set them afloat
on the sea of eternity
which is to say
the fire it takes to burn
those homes down
would never have been set
without the water with which to douse them
and from which all their kindling grew
into the fallen monarchs of the forest
we are so deeply within we cannot be seen
even to ourselves
when discovering each other
in a place where darkness
becomes impossible
while time unwinds
from the stellar depths
haunting us all visibly
each night while we exhale
our pent up sleep
so we may reawaken
the following morning
to a brand new day
having secured
that after all
we are
we are
15.4.16
THE GARDEN OF COMPASS FLOWERS
The passage of spirits through time
describes us; one soul refracted.
What came first, the beat or the heart?
Of course, they are inseparable
aspects of the same thing. The difference
between them and epochs of galactic evolution
amounts to YOU and ME. This swiftly becomes
all that we can know about it. Every cell in our
bodies has captured a drum beat, like a bird
in a cage, or a hair emerging from a single pore.
The lashes of the eyelids, the glossy vitreous mirror
of the cornea, pivoting on the center of its own
self-reflection; the distance between a black hole
and a star: that's precisely what we are.
Like spun nickels on an iced over pond,
we unfold. Holograms of silver trees
lined up on the looking glass.
Drinking the scene in on our knees
with our vision as moths migrate
beneath the moon.
describes us; one soul refracted.
What came first, the beat or the heart?
Of course, they are inseparable
aspects of the same thing. The difference
between them and epochs of galactic evolution
amounts to YOU and ME. This swiftly becomes
all that we can know about it. Every cell in our
bodies has captured a drum beat, like a bird
in a cage, or a hair emerging from a single pore.
The lashes of the eyelids, the glossy vitreous mirror
of the cornea, pivoting on the center of its own
self-reflection; the distance between a black hole
and a star: that's precisely what we are.
Like spun nickels on an iced over pond,
we unfold. Holograms of silver trees
lined up on the looking glass.
Drinking the scene in on our knees
with our vision as moths migrate
beneath the moon.
13.4.16
LULLACADENCE
for Zane
Sounds in the attic
merge with timid
stirrings from out
doors amid every
wooden creaking
with just one window
left open in this old
house as the curtains
surge and whisper
like ashen bridal veils
to impart twilit mystery
sunken in the dark
murmuring unrepeatable
secrets with the night
already half dissolved
into hushed dreams where
rows of pale eggs await
Sounds in the attic
merge with timid
stirrings from out
doors amid every
wooden creaking
with just one window
left open in this old
house as the curtains
surge and whisper
like ashen bridal veils
to impart twilit mystery
sunken in the dark
murmuring unrepeatable
secrets with the night
already half dissolved
into hushed dreams where
rows of pale eggs await
6.4.16
RoRsHAK PaRal-lAX toTem SPIne
Nature's face
beneath a caul
Torn away
revealing all
Born to see
vision's sight
Knowing truth
in the night
Reflecting eye
side by side
Seeing why
one is copied
Folded twice
along the spine
Read the book
written divine
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