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

Sur grandísimo

A cloud striped skyshrouds the seabut not enough to shield your rays from my eager eyes.Traffic subsides,carving edges out ofthe beautiful, the lonelypacific coast high.Gilded waves roll over sand-smoothed shores,eroded. Waves moonwalk to meet their set sisters.Viscous, the marine layerflies in formation suddenly dissipating to revealour star —a circle closesand sets.