Light-hemmed waves

glide against the glistening lakeshore

like silk on glass

Summer cicadas cry

A fat dog rolls in the grass

eyes wild with joy and oneness with his owner

who pauses to absorb the radiating bliss

The sound of the waves are the ticking of a clock unheard

Terror of death sleeps behind every shape

Each glorious day is buried under the one before

There's no one

in heaven

All's right with the world

Hanging on the cross in great suffering,

Jesus cried into the heavens:
Woman, behold your son!

Ceaselessly she beholds all,

Yet none can hold her gaze.  
Time is her filigreed looking glass.
In her reflected eyes:

Now is here.

Here is everlasting.
And here she is.

 
From outside side itself,
She beholds her son,
The son of a lover long-gone,
The son of some god.

Vastly and immaculately she sighs,

returns to her looking glass,

and reclines into all creation.

The dunes are dead and so am I,

encased in wind. The desert sighs.

It longs for life but not for me,

for I have joined its vast debris.

In No Time we'll be as one

swept, dissolved under the sun,

too dispersed to be displaced,

too undefined to be effaced.

Philsophy of _____

the night stars cascade across the velvet sky

like a goblet of diamonds spilt by god on the dimensionless black curtain

that separates the earthen realm from the heavenly abyss

o, what stain!

seeing it all in its milky extravagance

atop these violet windswept dunes i'm overcome

by retroactive loss that blackens my past

my life has been so long

yet how will i ever finish it

the wind and snow won't relent
my eyeballs feel nearly frozen, i stare at my feet
as i march toward the darkening horizon

the white landscape turning to ash as the sun rolls away
let me check the mail - just junk
let me empty the dishwasher

i empty the dishwasher

i try to meditate i am emptying the dishwasher now

but i'm so very tired

i should leave here but i don't know the way

another hour of video games, feeling near frozen

stare at my feet, when did it start snowing

the streets are already white

and all the people hurry toward the darkening horizon

i can barely see the snow

all i see is snow

should i bother to clean this window screen

when spring comes, as the sun rolls away

i take a seat on the couch and wonder why i

should leave here but i don't know the way

don't know why i should keep this place nice at all

should i water the plants or did i already

turn to ash, ash for miles and miles

freezing ash that burns my eyes

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.