this absurdity of words blowing up the windows
so that some forget their names
life crumbles in rooms without walls
we are trapped between the skin and the moon
the world prepares us for dying in the most explicit way
through its calculated violence
trapped in the hive of fear
she is also an enlightened despot
one might get trapped without noticing
when we want to be free to be kite tamers
escape routes vanish in the dictatorship of cruelty
blood is currency in the exchange of illusions
one day can last as long as a life time
the horizon brings no relief from sunset

ribbons of rain
curtain across the pond

in a chorus of stones
touch tapping the surface

unspooling in ribs of circles
within the trees

time collects in rings
roots seek the deepest mysteries

at the water’s edge
a heron

that ever seeing eye
stands searching for the shadows of fish

in a flash
its beak trades life for life


empty yourself         of this world
empty yourself         into this world


you will be                warmed & welcomed
you will be                feathered lightly along

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Absurd
Words!

Tears, they tell
only a fraction
of the heart's pain-
even words
are so futile
they fail:
hardly do
they say well

hence:
tears-
they stay alone:
broken
forlorn
within themselves
with their hidden
and unspeakable tale

Two strangers waltz beneath moonlight
where life is full --
swells high with the fish
in midsummer:

...on little nameless rivers or hidden brooks on whose banks Naiads might have sunned their white, wet limbs.

Between earth and sky
Wings as blue as ocean light
Sea lavender sways

infinite is non
definable concept that
falls to a nothing

Death is the color of water
rivers soft and hushed
hard as bone
chambered in the cold caress of silence
the hook of dawn
the wasting night
reddest born
skin of new fire
painting shades
in darkness / wrung

this is the Death I breathe
when fingers crack
from holding the earth together
holding you
holding me
…together

Death is the color of water
a broken ocean
brackish black
the heave of god
so violent as to cut her
blood into the sky
as a conductor might / in symphony
crescendo
then convulse
under the strain of rapture / fly

this is the Death I breathe
when fingers crack
from holding the earth together
holding you
holding me
…together

Death is the color of water
thicker than memory
into consciousness kerf
the rain
the rage
the rhythm
the sea
spilling shadows
where shadows
ought not to be

this is the death I breathe
when fingers crack
from folding the earth together
folding you
folding me
…into violent synchronicity