an arc ever recedes

whirling dance
each step realized as
the song of a Zykir

reflections in the mirror ( your eyes )
clear -- you hold the ISIS
attention on your heart

turning, turning toward
the infinite in
round about each other

now intensely here
interested in our circling
attractions that don't repel

falling for each other
longing to catch up

bent toward infinity

oh, child of lost innocence
steeped in unjust miseries
speak to us
call out from your tears
fallen from secret fears

darkly the plaint of wasted dreams
doubtful conflictions
dust and ashes
time to time to time
dire, unconnected, meaningless ...

where is your Mother now?
she cradles
the Moon
her orb undifferentiated
her light softly, clean:sing
an ancient cares:sing,
lullaby sweet child of Earth

... that you're sent away
while your light aspires fiery to far heights
far from home, fallen star
in agonies burned ...
fall further still, come crashing, spurned ...
while you shake in uncertainty ...

... wing up to that sky
that wondrous sky
into which you'll fly
oblivious of gravities pain
wing up again…

you're a natural mutation
an ever reaching biological organism
a self determining intelligence
a longing ancient ache
wild and creative
bent toward infinity

the way of this life
every tear a cleaning
laughter o'er fear!
sweet child of wonder
oblivious of gravities pain
wing up again
and again…

Fixed Stars and moving comets make no apologies

planets follow these larger truths
easily illumined by the piety of stars
carried on the stillness of impartial night

there is no punishment for cooperating
with administrations from on high
as they preside unawares that you seek their counsel

comets have to mean much more
ideally positioned to risk discordance
warning you about what you've attracted from within

obsession with various illnesses
and failed efforts contribute to the wars
you survive as a convenient vessel for guilt and anger

rigorous transits leave their scars
a man suffers from the passages of light
there are people in the Vatican who covet these Saints

we should celebrate them
as we watch their retrograde movements
against the flash of Celestial fires flowering into sudden infinity

aDjuncTs

a relative perception
this intimate dance of
adjuncts and quantum f l u c t u a t i o n s

poking and prodding
these open mouths, these tongues
these words, making light bend
these fires burning twice as bright
where stirs a glowing passion for me to burn again

death is a lover endlessly coming
thrumming the heart away
no need to fret, worry or muddle
cuddle her as I lay
fall into deep, infinite sleep
weep that I cannot stay

wells up

while only a dream rolling deep inside the sea
a ghostly fire startled me
I fled to fields where tall grass rolled in wind
fell upon the earth, look to the sky
I know not why, I know not why
but I must fly, wells deep inside of me

yearning

this thick air, these wings, lifting --
am i cloud, can i know the sky?
soar in darkest night, stars see me?

this hard earth, these feet, every footfall --
I walk in mud, press soft clay
to darkest loam, where worms have wept.

this water, these eyes, looking around --
I watch the wave, rolling with sea
into darkest blue, where whales dive deep.

ghost fire, ghost thoughts, they burn me --
yearning passion, can i sear as light?
rise in darkest smoke, where sparks are free?

9 8 9 sylabacate

this thick air, these wings, almost lift me --
can I touch soft clouds, know the sky?
soar in darkest night, where stars can see

this hard earth, these feet, each n'every step --
can I walk in mud, know I'm clay?
sink in darkest loam, where worms have wept

this deep water, these eyes, look'n all 'round --
can I watch the wave, feel the sea?
dive in darkest blue, where whales make sound

this ghost fire, these thoughts, burn inside me --
can I yearn passion, sear'd as light?
rise in darkest smoke, where sparks are free

elemental yearning

this thick air, these wings, almost lifting me --
can I touch soft clouds, know the sky?
soar in darkest night, where only stars can see

this heavy earth, these feet, each n'every step --
can I walk in mud, discovering I'm clay?
sinking into darkest loam, where only worms have wept

this deep water, these eyes, always looking around --
can I watch the wave, feeling the sea?
dive into darkest blue, where only whales make sound

this ghostly fire, these thoughts, burning inside me --
can I yearn with passion, searing into light?
rising into darkest smoke, where only sparks are free