I'd nothing left

before I quit

I took a breath - 

and released it

into a Life

as living proof

I took a lie

and made it truth

I took one moment

then many more

I took a visitor

behind locked door

I gave him all of

my scarcity

And all my taking

he took from me

the fated gnostic genesis

proceeds at no behest

the human family burns itself

alive, from birth to death.

revolted blood engorges

the severed spiral brain

afar a star unborn unlinks

from earth's celestial chain.

the lock is a door

the corpse is a lamb

the heart is a whore

the way is a dam.

I was experiencing the future now

now

now

now

It will be, is, and was miserable.

Never was I always waiting.

In the final sweep,

Nothing is revealed

in Its immaculate entirety.

I am not called but I will

go to meet my maker.

I go to take revenge.

k5 / Briefly be

Orbiting a void circling half-sloped
blacked-out arcs of abyssal light,
formless placeless
the wordless path written in the stars,
instructions for the mechanism,
the balance wheel and gears of fate,
perfect and perpetual.

No out, only in.
I want to escape
not disintegrate only to reintegrate
in fractal cities rising and falling

and rising into cities spinning

and hollow then solid,

like I too am built and rebuilt

by no one with no one's energy or matter,
a single glint from an infinite mirror.

Begin to end,
a tear waters the seed
and ancient red cells spill out their color. 
I am, briefly.
Darkly I see
fluttering lashes of light empty
all light into emptiness.

---

Perceiving perception reveals blindness.
Dimly see, briefly be.

let there be dark

and sound and touch

and dance and sex

let light penetrate dark

let dark receive its perfect beam

a ceremony

in exquisite dappling

let the tempo of life be

waves and beats

breaths and thrusts

risings and settings

cycles and orbits

contracting expanses

expanding contractions

i know this day
the aches of time -
stopping is dull pain
going is sharp
try to do neither
as minutes sag into days
days stretch into minutes

i know my goal
has a goal of its own
we both want to survive
hunger has teeth -
hunter, prey
hunter, pray
for my moment -
going feels like waiting
then waiting and waiting
and waiting to stop

k4

arm stretched like chewing gum, legs melting upward

as the painted dome rises from above and falls

from below - it's here.

there's circuitry in the vascular walls

pumping existence thru tiny corridors - it's this.

the neon caramel navy turns septic, then polygonal, then filigree

matching facet for facet the violin strings which drop like dead birds

to sweep up in a gyre, breaking and threatening to break

breaking and threatening to

and all the while the dome reverberates and rotates between

past and fiction and song and place and person and touch

and planet and particle and part - it's now.