20.10.22

ULULATIONS




Of all the infinitely imagined worlds
 only one gets realized at a time.

 We are just the faces on the scales
of the passing serpent  of history.

Oh, the places we've been
 how they pale in comparison 
to all those masks that once 
  upon a time ago bloomed
 out of the dark. 

  All the lovely corners of this world
 become crowded when you alone
   visit them. 

Never has the solitary been accentuated
  so much as when it finds itself 
 caught within the crowd.

This is why the silence
  from in between the stars 
    gets drowned out in our waking song

  The light from each star's loneliness
 joins the choir in a hymnal of desolation 

 Like the fading howls 
  of wolves lost in the distance 


1 comment:

Sean said...

Brilliant!