you wander
through my body
like a child
with a pack
of matches

I am
awake
in this dream
of fitheavy
amorphic
darkness
full of war
parting stars  
into tremor
the beautiful silence
dust
sea
the smash of god
beneath the waves
the heave of lung
cold, gray
heavy as the day
caught in the teeth  
of sky
broken jawed
and    
soft as fire

cold moon…
trouble me not with your naked eye
dark tears of light you liquefy
and bathe in blood slow western crawl
capture breath upon god’s wall
a winter’s river sweet black as stone
in me your darkness flows alone
dispossession life is war
an unsound calm defines your core
so out of place we wander wane
the scent of sun on skin sustain  
my memory through space of kin
between the shadows of our sin
you hold my hand in lifeless rift
and you, oh you and me adrift

…cold moon
in the candle of the sea
holds
the glut of rain
against her beating breast - for me
cascading droplets
into the universe
full of glass
declares:  
“I am the sun, alas
…alas”

to my shadow,
no love
shall I give
so, cling and clutch
as you may
under flicks of day
and all that is
sweet as death
and between us, the silence
in darkness, seize
the sky
and choke all that is lullaby  
wrap me cold
and in darkness, unfold
your wings, on the wall above
but tonight, as I write  
no candles, I’ll light
no battle, no shadow, no love

I thought about thinking
pure meta-cognition
reflective, reflection
creative ignition
so, breaking the lock
I slip into the engine
subversive, cerebral
divine intervention
I arrive not in light
but perpetual pain
I suppose this psychosis I chose is the same
as the beast in the mirror
mirror image of me
that I see softly sway
from a branch on a tree.

quantum entanglement
(has me) synching
into
silence

a dream catcher’s
dreams catch her
dream catching
dreams
while naked, she slips
through rivers and
streams
confessing her sins
she silently
screams
as her dream catcher’s
dreams catch her
dream catching
dreams