.

When the moon fell apart

I held it’s broken face in my arms 

It’s light coiled around my limbs

Then pooled at our feet 

You too standing at the weight of the world 

Waiting

On the anchor to ecstasy

A persuasion, crystalline and clear

What does this afford

But to die better

For all to hear

.

I have dug for water

And eaten that water for wealth 

It erupted as I try to stomach it

Embodied 

A sacrament

From the valley, where traveling 

Down her beams we tumbled

Back into existence

Iconolaters of our light 

We see 

Our days that drown in fire

.

With an insatiable hunger 

For you

I set to flames

An actor of salvation

Sweet and tasteless

Like that first rush of blood 

Sacred potential

Forever radiant

Collected by wiping love

Into my hair

.

Where your bellow breaths crystallize and 

Fall behind veiled eyes 

Winds wane 

The sun having already committed it’s entire being to ensuring that window paned light continues to emit every arch of colored waves through a hummingbird’s delicate, translucent wings 

Was left in some place of lost lessons

Written for remembrance

But folded and dropped on a decaying shelf

Where disciplines are stacked and categorized 

Is this that season in hell that was promised?

Retired, dried, and bookmarked 

Saved for later

Ranked by distance, it irritates the paradox

The nettle in tears

As giants rest in canyons

Sleeping their heads aside mountain cliffs 

They don’t dare look to devils 

But directly 

Only if 

Snow filled ears

Deaf to turned backs 

Over salted 

They don't even notice 

What came applauded 

.

I leave spaces

Scraps

In between

The screaming men call silence 

Stains, rapture

In daisy flowered eyes

Whose painted sheets

Dropped cloths

Left behind patience

We gaily greet

In grained, garnet caves lie

The authors of recurrence 

Standing between two kingdoms

Mourning the disappearance 

I will bury you

For the rest of my days

The bindings nevertheless burn

Whim to winding limb 

Their ghosts rising, worn

I lay down by beaten arrows

Their feathers however misplaced 

Must I ask permission to speak 

A high and holy chase 

.

When pain takes away our capacity for movement

We sit in its stillness

Belonging to silent waters

Turbid thieves just made their escape

We, they – tremble at den

In terms of possibilities

Having wept enough for the dead

It’s mold, a faith in fiction

Floating on airs

Creation

A clarified leap

Where winds fall away

And those winged feet bring soul to tireless Sol

Dreamt in crushed leaves

I’ve ridden the fear

Of stolen prayer

For the pounding behind tear

.

Here’s a game

An equal stakes opposition

In love there is suffering

The most reliable human condition

We’re on a non-static, lingering cloud

Unbearable and floating

A ripple and replication of another

Our bodies adorned with doting

These jewels that promised

Our certainty in demise

Only told an orphic, backward story

Returning home were your lies

See this chase of light

Is lyrically vocated

If demurely hiding

We must assume you’ve sated

So your apple in tune

Attempts to outwit the play

Unnerving, unknowing

The waters who only begged, “pray”

.

I wasn’t born

The cloth needn’t be torn

These fingers don’t exist

No lips needing kissed

These soles banished to resistant steps on dawn’s limbs

Only to sing now from God’s book of dead hymns

You could find me, bring me down from the firmament

But you won’t look; arms confined back, held in torment

.

The hunger of the sun lovers

They built their cages

On our backs with rime

Ferrying imagination

Where we love in ships

Selfish vessels

Unburdened by light

Spirit rests upon you

But is crying stones

Eternity occupied in awe

.

Unknown is Heaven to his heir

Ripened is the sea with her sun

Silent are the Muses who caught despair

Frailty is only flowerdeep

He mouthed,

My eyes forgot

It’s too steep

.

Give me the half of you

That savored grief

You can have your dim alcove in the mountains

Temple worn time, a relief

Lying home in smoke over shallows to bathe

You cannot afford this

Which moves suns but misbehaved

In those familiar, old thrones

Light of gods’ lost, dim and aching

A crumbling altar of wintered stones

Too steeped now for taking

.

I wish I could draw God, dancing

But I slept through the summer

Through the golden reign

Familiar with your paper churches

Ceremonies of folded moons

 Where paws sat crossed

We declared, “Hope!”

Sneaking into greatness

route 1

Sandstone white as blood

Tested with patience

Buried with light

The old forests heavy with silence

Purple royalty of

Fern tipped rays plunged

Into cedar

Burroughs wet with depth

Fog eaters, dark amen

Mallow eroded, endured

Knowers of the gospel

The headlands tripped into ponds

Raining in all directions

Moss born

Cloud torn

Rage in preparation for rapture

To the ancient fossilized tale

The arc demands the whale

Eye soup still sparks

Long strides long lost

.

Were the soldiers

Milk for mass, swallowed

Permitted to bend ?

Downy thistle shears

Often broken for will to carry

Their eyes close

Snatched by some angelic thread