the sun dials in

Landscaped privacy behind gates of Gramercythe sun dials in —“I count only sunny hours”the solar timepiece reassuresso I, I imagine, can indulge the blursand spurs of night’s knowing, of darkness’s doubting the murmurs of sorrow’s solace emergingand purging the sufferingfrom gratitude’s corps —the soft and tender eye discerns moreof the differences between destinies,of the exemption … Continue reading the sun dials in

high on heaven

Snowflakes fluttertoward a ground too warmto celebrate their journeyfrom clouds too coldto keep them.Lost in the clamor,by gravity’s command,the individualityof each falling flakefades into flurry.But the ground does not refuseall the sky sends —Lightning hits andhovers in hindsight until thunder reachesup from the earth and clapsour senses together —How could something so mightyto the eye … Continue reading high on heaven

forming: four fates

Seed some semblance of a lifeimagined, lived beyondthe bounds of this bounty,born in the candlelight of technicolor flame.Hydratethe long limbs of desire,supple with suggestion.Rootto the depths of dreamspringsdeliberately opposed to thepainted landscape — the canvas is infinite.Growsteady, acuteto the imperative oftransformation ~amplify the grace bestowedby the heavens and the earthsthat formed you.

syncopation summons

Two terrainstumble into visionsplit by the same vapor that separates the mind and the soul.To choose is to chopthe finger from the foot —a peculiar propositionfrom the eye, overheard.What funny forcerhymes the reasonsof our revelation?Some cosmic coincidencedrawn to symphonic scale and scaleand scaleand scale. tumble together

flicker still

A flame risesfrom gravity’s field,Hot hastens heavenward,commanding Cold to climb.Beyond our Blue,the candle’s brightestconcedes to cosmic combustion,a shift in patterns and pull— a flicker finds stillnessin a sphere.Wax wells in a scallop shell plucked from its sandy divine, catching the collateral cascade. flicker still