Sour smell of wood smoke
seaweed flayed and dried
upon the rocks
those huddled stones
prone and obeisant to the grey sea

And there
a star that is settling
into the indifferent waves
leaving us cold and bereft
soon to be entwined
with the night

But do not despair
We will wake with the dawn
bring the candle of hope
in our hands
and much peace

A solemn and ocean-deep peace
shared
with every sentient being
in time
and every being departed
from time

The moon has its quarters
the sun its seasons
I have only this tenuous grasp
on life
a primal sense of loss and love
and the dull roar of the Pacific
in my ear

Learn the way
OF illumination
From the sun
And bestow light upon earth and water ...

even while the sky threw lighting bolts
and last months rent is due and
you have to work tomorrow
and it is already 4 am
and you are a little bit drunk
the sink is filled with every last dish *****
the dogs and kittens have covered your light
brown carpet in black fur
everything seems rosy
perfect tomorrow your last worry
bills and notices
go until whenever
because you are in love again.
That is everything.

A medley
in dictum
as foreseen
anglicization collect
beat swimmingly
with intrigue
in literature
and euphemistically
tell realization
that further
eyewitness in
plurality with
fealty in
foreign affairs
here that
schlepp peace
with ferrety.

We are an image
Caprice a painter
And egoism is a teleological