it's in-between the breath,
that silent-turn,
from deep inside,
rolling a-round
with the sound,
until it forms an awe

or wonder, too
that your tongue
inflects a tipping-out,
passing by lips still wet with kiss,
where trembling-air begins
to vortex 'n curl like waves upon a beach,
push'd in inner-ear as ocean sound,
re-sound again as bliss -

and further into this, your whirl'd
of curl'd synaptic-brain,
where lightning sings,
into a flashing of your eyes,
as if an eye could gleam,
between you an… Continue

Atlas pondered

- the yoke we bear in time is space,
the domain in which we view,
all that's done comes back again,
because we chose it to

-- when we look even deeper then,
again we look some more,
what we thought the weight of the world,

is really its only door ...

next time you look at those twinkles in the night sky
and sigh, there'll be a glimmer in your eye ...

what if light is the language of Star
and Star is the language of night
and night is the feeling of ineffable space
where the infinite writes insight,

with plasma roiling from its transmuting pen
into particles 'n photons that zeal;
that seems to me, to be so very real ...

then our shadow we see,
slow diving on the ground,
is a reminder of the night we carry,
everyday around


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on jo… Continue

in our measure of time there are curious circles filling our days,
numbered moments marked by the scars of transiting lights,
heavens moguls of tribulation 'n plight, that give or take away –

though I spend my time, circling the horizon of my mind,
seeing her in time 'n space as a congruence of my need, the sifting of my sieve,
she is on the face of it, a timeless piece, a swinging pendulum of rhythms sway,
a clock that circumscribes my day, and in every night as I watch her lay,
time stops

an… Continue

it's easy to remember
you in these pictures;
light's language of shadow
sculpting time
and
there you are ...
like a shell pounding out the sea
laying back on the beach
head sideways, your eyes closed
knees buckled in the air
open to the Sun's
fingers of light reaching
glistening there

I've not been the Sun
in your darkened places
since
the day you offered yourself
to the sky
the day
I succumbed to the seas
infinite waves
good-bye

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