This has not lost the love
That faces each dawn
Of pre-existing metamorphisis,
It calms each mind
And inflates the salt
So that each lick tastes
As cunning as an advance should taste.
Each realm of unforseen
Crackles in the evening fire
As weapons of speech
Flicker off the far wall
Of the darkening cavernous region
From whence they have come,
Waiting for the moonscape
To return to the land
Month: December 2019
Wild Edges of Death (day 3125)
Let me feel the messy you
The one with old sweatpants
That show wild edges of your soul.
Let me smell the rancid death
Of the achings deep inside,
And the cosmic galaxy that lies
Expelled, each pore of your skin
So deeply sensed within my own
A redness on my mind.
Let me hear the groan
Of your hurt and of your gasp,
For the rose becomes
So delicate in death.
Snowy Vista (day 3123)
I awoke to find the land had changed
A gentle blanket had settled down
Covering what I could see
Sleeping in the trees.
Clouds had moved away and off
Left the day with a blue sky
One that reflected white;
Brightness hard to see.
So far there were no footsteps
Hiding all that humans had chose to leave,
This left deep peace upon my mind
Setting my regret for once free.
Fear (day 3122)
Fear falls into our laps
When we least recognize it,
It slips in like a setting sun
Sweetly and securely
And filled with promises.
Fear walks away
When we most recognize it,
When we call it out by name
And look it in the eye
And say: ‘Stay.’
Wild Eagle (day 3120)
I am for the soaring Eagle
Bulletin, forward then,
Criss-crossing sky paths
Drop my heart and feel it gone
Swooping in vermin found
Call out in the wild!
Hurah! Enthralled return
To the nest far away
High up in the sky
Falling down, golden tail
Return again to sky.
Would We Dance (day 3119)
Would we dance?
As the night became our minds
Setting in
Gelatin
For my hand would be outstretched
For yours, calmly by
Like the pedestal
Spectacle
On my mind
Singularity
Would we dance?
Wild Breath (day 3118)
There is an animal that crosses the void
It’s path is not straight
It’s nose is it’s beacon
It knows and is not afraid
And justifiably conversely
Afraid when it does not know
Just like every other
Living organism.
It crosses the void
And stares into the eye of darkness
Tangled with streams of light
That make depth hard to perceive
For it is glorious, this darkness;
The heart of a wild breath
Beats strong in the shaking embers of life.