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.

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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.

the cave

my wrists are tied - 

the light is high

on the face of the world -

and all my loss - and all my life

is blurred

i see my future lover

as a flicker on stone -

dancing with my corpse

and am in bliss

alone -

and rapt, apart -

my heart is young -

and in the dark -

my hope is hung -

Some ways out

Some ways out and closing, across the arc of horizon a bulging anvil of black thunderclouds erupt and seethe like night made corporeal or all-deleting miasma spewed from the void's cauldron and I stand in wait watching it crash closer, churning the vast wasteland into revolted particulate adding unto itself, feeding and enlarging as if for brood, faster and louder roaring an ancient proclamation of arriving at the end, stampeding all oblivious in its destruction, engorged in self-perpetuation, now nearly upon me, blindly ravishing the sole and still witness to its coming from some unspeakable unmeasured abyss to here, to heed, its empty heralding signifying nothing save Nothing, not even to me, its casualty, its dirt, its supplicant.

the possessed

your story on my bed is my story of you in my bed
and almost mine then, and soon

the blurry border of memory billows

were you mine, was your mind mine
and your heart and my kiss what of those
was fictionless dream

might be dreamless day after dreamless day

what a long night, wasted

help me lie

stay a statue

under the unreal waves
lost, let me wander
the undersea ruins of fantasy

to marvel at all my worthless riches

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Freezing

Snow dusted, moon eyed

my angel my angel
Death white longing frozen in your eyes
My every breath my every touch

dissolves the icy filigree 
Do you recoil from my kiss
or melt through my fingers 
Who you are is what we have is what I want is disappearing 
Frozen garden on my lips 
Trying to hold you close while holding back the flame inside while holding you afar

hurts

hurts

Hurts
Show me you want my love 
Love like evaporating snow

like evaporating

like evaporating