something "other" dwells within
those flickers of light we call thoughts
those radiant moments we so often reify
imagination...
a fantasy
a fable
a dream
perception...
a fragment
an image
a landscape
incubation...
a search
a quest
a journey
emergence...
a stairway
a window
a door
Saturday
02272016
the cool winter nights
sweeten into balmy spring
but there is one piece missing
from this image
an absence that lingers upon my skin
like a flawless fingerprint
this thirst
this famine
holds fast to my flesh
a cloven spirit
a past that guards its secrets
with chastity belts
a wanting
a reckoning
who will help me hold this emptiness?
Sunday
02212016
i said,
where have you been?
she said,
entrenched within
the liminal spaces...
seeking... sorting... sitting.
i said,
and, what have you reaped?
she said,
a flow that words would but imprison.
where have you been?
she said,
entrenched within
the liminal spaces...
seeking... sorting... sitting.
i said,
and, what have you reaped?
she said,
a flow that words would but imprison.
Wednesday
06242015
it’s not the moment that belongs
to me. moments do not belong.
only the contents within belong.
yes. even as the moments fall
away, what is held within them
clings… and often remains…
floating in the ether of the
present, fighting for an instant
of respectful acknowledgment
that it, too, wishes to witness
the rising of the sun, raging and
purposeful and new, over the
blazing and acquiescent horizon
that waits with ardent consciousness.
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