Prophecy

Slide

through

 

fingers:

 

universe

implodes;

 

& we who are

apportioned

 

small years,

 

stamp, fret,

run from

 

fluidity.

 

Evolution

demands

 

the necessary

 

slip through

spider’s web:

 

this life

this breath.

 

Mark upon

a page

 

towering folly

of imagined.

 

Bliss:

 

aesthetic

implicit

 

layers in

memory

 

released

into dust,

 

sunlight,

extinction.

 

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Hidden

 

You hide

behind words,

 

beautiful words.

 

They spin

across the page

 

genuflect

to love.

 

You hide

in  shadow,

 

your fiery glow

penumbra

 

of  moon,

any moon

 

that warms

the chasm

 

of desire’s

nightly

 

combustion.

 

You are

incandescent,

 

your swirling

lines define

 

the contours of

my heart

 

as your fingers

should.

 

Fortune favours

the brave:

 

pausing at

sky corner ,

 

I turn,

 

& lead

where you

 

won’t

follow.

Wild

Riptide wind

whips house

 

hurling tiles

like ammunition.

 

I wake from

dream of you;

 

voice in my head,

sweet, lilting.

 

They say the

voice is mirror

 

of the soul

 

& yours

& mine

 

make

 

honey twisted

serpentine

 

across the space

between us.

 

Our melody’s

the same

 

earth tone

rise & fall

 

beneath the

bracket

 

of this sky

so wild tonight,

 

as we are.

 

Perfect

Saucer sea

sky high

 

limitless.

 

Rolling through

universe, this

 

world of luminosity

 

jewel beyond

jewel

 

razor light.

 

Dog watches

seagull flight

 

winds of time

second perfect:

 

water like

sea glass

 

I can see

through

 

the soul of it.

 

Love pockets

sidewalk

 

razes cracks:

don’t step on

 

the bears:

 

I’m riddle

perfect.

Mackerel sky

morning rose

 

years roll by

like dust

 

imperceptible

interchangeable

 

lost from us.

 

Dust motes

in empty room

 

hand reaches.

 

Gold falls

through fingers

 

nothing to grasp.

 

Your words

of love

 

echo:

 

I wait for feeling:

my heart

 

transcendent.

 

Paradox

Before I go

I’m longing

 

to return:

to silent

 

depth of

winter.

 

Venturing out

I’m planning

 

my retreat,

 

from life’s

exhausting

 

whirlpool

of desire.

 

I seek reprise

from

 

conversation’s

megabytes.

 

Before I go

I’m waiting

 

for this day

to end:

 

the car

the train

 

those city

streets

 

familiar faces

glimpsed

 

& left

 

I’m haunted

by my hermit

 

need

 

for solemn

introspection.

Us

We talk in cypher

your ideolog

 

well versed in

pattern

 

of retreat.

 

Sun stares

wintry pale

 

hovers on its

silver sea.

 

This is the

magic hour:

 

nature of

becoming:

 

breath to body

conscious.

 

Eyes flutter:

an empty room,

 

we talk in cipher

I have no master

 

switch, translation

for the ‘deal’

 

hands express

mile upon mile

 

of empty;

 

I am

palladium.