my body moves from point to point
- endless paths and promontories -
swimming cross-current
at the edge of a great fall.
consciousness lays wait below:
a sense of self;
awareness larger than itself,
older than my life.
traversing growing spheres from time to time
- moments made by difference -
racing at standstill
down a vast and shattered pane.
decisions marked in lines:
a shift in form.
evolving minds beyond our space
(a)part (from/of) all that is.
Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 9:19 PM UTC
how sweet the dark which hides me;
the brine that filters through;
the softness of the sand.
I cling - am singing - bivalve songs
my gills alight with blood.
hanging by a byssal thread in wait,
for what? indeed.
nutrition filters through my shell
- the tastes of distant loves -
I hunker down, secreting possibilities
that I can not see, of distant dreams.
the universe within my nerves expands,
too vast to be contained.
it explodes beyond myself;
no mantle can frame it.
it flows from me - this longing.
a remembrance of moments,
of chemicals in current.
every tear a life unlived.
each drop a thought potential.
the tides within establish norms which permeate
- instigate -
the turnings of this realm,
bringing forth the hardened form of signals I've rebound:
"I'm here! Hello?"
"Me too, me too!"
we echo through the seas,
anticipating textures on the tides.
our swirling minds reflect within,
entombing us with times.
we live inside our memories.
no past, no future, it all is now,
now, and now, and all around:
it's all we see.
and then...
we live again,
mirrored by the things we've grown around us.
from birth. through life.
we scrape, then die again, again.
all at once and forever, we thrive and fall,
encapsulated in our hemispheres which turn
and twist
and spin.
a spiral forms;
projects the pattern of our dreams without.
each sensation painted in the layers we wear
until it shines.
and see how it shines!
the pales and pinks and silvers shift,
revolve within themselves to show
our deepest fears
our brightest joys
as rainbows, smooth and silken.
if they could only know the truth:
that our beauty's accidental;
coincidental.
that we would shed our skins to swim,
settle quick into the plains
aside our lovers sending signals with the swell.
but now, we wait.
for what? indeed.
blind, deaf, locked away.
here, at the bottom of the world
I drift again through images of being.
I can not say which have gone,
which have not yet come.
another turn in the spiral is cast
- another layer hardens -
and I remain,
clench my shell and think:
how sweet the dark.
Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 7:53 PM UTC
lungs burn,
legs ache,
you know you need to breach
and yet
you linger,
pause;
anticipate
the veil within your reach.
it's not your turn
but here you are,
again
so deep beneath the world
alas,
the dizzy heights
of waters dark
expell you to the shore.
Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 8:41 PM UTC
handfuls of hair,
toungues,
teeth.
the curving air;
alive
in rooms
with hanging doors.
we feast.
our rolling eyes,
shaking lips,
hips.
tremble
under fingertips,
taste the heat
and melt.
we press.
wasting no time
for breath.
it happens.
it happens.
it happens!
Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 4:16 PM UTC
inhale
before you go
beneath, so that you might
not run out of your life - don't fade
away.
Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 5:55 PM UTC
mermaid purses,
vales of kelp,
swinging skyward with the swell
of nautic rhythms
- submarine -
with incandescent, algal green.
in underworlds,
cathedrals blue,
we waltz in coral halls anew,
adorned in silks
of woven foam:
forgotten cold Atlantic home.
Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 11:51 AM UTC
nothing scares me more than me.
it isn't fair,
it aches to be
so full of rancid misery;
twisted psychologically
by tempered hate
- a level stare -
emotion shreds that crackling coat
of grinning, laughing make-believe,
retouched,
refinished,
polished fine
by damaged days in infancy.
I want to love;
I long to breathe
and bare it all,
******* the need to look so in control.
please,
how long until I break, you think?
how long until they see?
those sorrows buried underneath.
nothing scares me more than me.
Jul 11, 2021
Jul 11, 2021 at 9:52 PM UTC
and nothing
- no -
can touch you here.
you need to know;
you want to hear.
lagoons of time
- pearlescent-
in all directions;
omnipresent.
we waste our tastes
in saline haste to swallow
something more than hate;
to anchor all,
to simulate;
the weight of tears
against the odds
of breath and flesh.
that safety net
defies the length of sentiment,
and even yet...
you hold yourself in present tense
to sweat,
resent,
repent.
and so,
you starve and fret.
in the dead of night
you petrify,
resist the air that rents
and gasp:
what was that?
Jul 11, 2021
Jul 11, 2021 at 1:31 PM UTC
all that you are;
is all that you?
this is all that,
and that is all.
Jul 11, 2021
Jul 11, 2021 at 1:06 PM UTC
hush,
hear it?
listen.
all those waves
rolling in,
out,
dragging all you hate,
all you fear,
in tides
offshore.
no pen can trace ink
faster than the sea
can wash it
all away,
promise.
your words are water,
dissolving in the saline sounds
of neap and spring,
rise and fall;
lunar rhythms.
eye the sky
and wait for everything,
the whole god ****** world
to take a breath
and quiet down
so you,
with shaking hands,
might find some peace
below the seabreeze scented winds.
just wait for it.
now,
a moment.
a cosmic pause,
and even nature waits
for what should happen next.
recede.
gradual fade
of throbbing veins,
and wet skin tingles
prickles
with delight
of marine air.
you
are safe;
free.
Jun 27, 2021
Jun 27, 2021 at 10:10 PM UTC