Faces carved in marble scream in languages of vapor.

absurdity reigns in your self imposed structure.

it’s judgment is your pain and it comes at your leisure.

you smile - sigh

you whisper and float.

we both know when you’re lying, so why even try?

Decades in falsity, your everlasting mistruth.

…

What world do you exist in?

Through whose eyes do you judge us?

What do you keep in the space between cells?

Questions

Lead to questions, lead to questions, forever.

I am an oak tree in a garden of stone.

I’m the forest that conquers the city.

I’m chronic.

…

The place between places

What makes cotton burn when fire touches it?

The intangible that exists within me.

everything i know is wrong

everything i know is right

its yes and its no

its the difference in the question of,

i’m here

and

I’m here.

…

Countless shards of what once was undying,

they lie upon the mound of their predecessors.

Evidence of my quest - my test.

Broken shards of what once was me,

They are mist, all at once, and again unimportant.

I move forward, lest I turn back and try to fit them

a fruitless task, like gold I can only be forged anew.

Emotional undercurrents,

as rippling swells in indigo lungs, Tidal,

Through fathoms of conscious-

storms carried blue

Tugging, so subtle. dictate how I feel.

But Only If I Let It.

…

There’s a space in the heart of the eye that sees.

in all, the flickering secrets yet shadowed

and burrowed in the greasy pockmarked clouds.

Further searching - inhaling silver dust of questions yet unanswered,

that all dissolve under scrutiny.

There are no answers in being endlessly incomplete-

Only pain and the unending potential for pleasure.

…

The thunder of summer comes rumbling in,

Broken lighting through blooming clouds

With grinning moons that melt in sunlight

As flowers bloom I taste their subtlety-

Clean,

as the blood in the trees begins warming.

…

Sickly sweet fire - dancing, and I look up

Columns of flame lick at the stars while I sit cross-legged, chest heaving.

“You deserve to exist in these spaces”

She says as the towers begin to fall

I would listen if I could, but I am preoccupied

Becoming the teeth that tear myself apart.

…

My life is complete.

There are things I am missing,

But that is no detraction.

No distraction from what I know to be my own,

I am whole - these seeds have always been sown.

I find you in the flow, in the eddies and currents

multi-hued lifeblood-

You’re a log; pinned in the current,

becoming the fangs that tear apart the surge,

meaningless but seething.

empty in the sense that you’ve always been full.

cold in the way that I boil.

…

Pillars of fire lick jagged rips in my skin.

My walls become vapor, mist- and then they are gone.

My heart becomes my temple, as my brain once was my shroud.

I press my thumbs to the Earth, and, it falls away.

I look up at the sky and that is gone too-

So, I’m alone.

…

In the woods, found, I see my eyes once again open.

Deep sight, within life,

I taste loam with green pupils, dark with misty light.

Within her breath I am cradled, every tendon uncoiling-

Softly, slowly, all at once I am empty.

In the forest, finally, I may sleep truly and open.

Within her ribs, laid upon the moss, truly sacred,

I am home.

…

There’s a secret there. Among the green-tinted faces,

And the bones, solid in the oldest of hearts.

It’s in the sky, deep in the great rivers held in frozen light.

If in sleep,

One can taste it.

Just a hint, only a sliver.

Of what is, what was, and what will be.

…

Sickly sweet fire - dancing, and I look up

Columns of flame lick at the stars while

I sit cross-legged, chest heaving.

“You deserve to exist in these spaces”

She says as the towers begin to fall

I would listen if I could, but I am preoccupied

…