Quashed by energies too
big to hug and kiss...
the beauteous sitter's
rendered thus.
That quaking catch
disbelieved all the evidence
at hand, till the only peace
was made.

Succumbing all the time...to the unwashable
blazes...silvery-white tracings where
feet move.
Winter suns bleed-through what's
black-lit...being inside of revelation...
revelation inside of being...unwashable blazes
flowing.
Your proximity  going-up...unwashable
blazes...winter suns bleed-through what's
black-lit.
Succumbing all the **** time...silvery-white
tracings, dancing stillpoints.

The proverbial mouth broke silently...
giving-up the names of "things" it
could never name on a daily basis/bias.
Culture underwent a quantum leap into...
The Mouth.

What's thrown off by the wayside's
kept up by the whir...Van Gogh's
legendary tussle with the sun in Arles.

Colors blent of their
own accord...culminating
ecstatically.
That brilliant white
point reflected in All your
eyes.

No signs for star-crossing in the
dead of galactic night...beings
dream drawing their faces.
Colors change freely to arrive at
their God...resonate to place the
face.
As if the Seer is seen, in love with
what is to be itself...color, colored...
face, faced...a being beholds a
shooting star in the dead of galactic
night.
Animal-skin-centuries hunted by
Light.

I wish I could frame this floating...
where the head sheds...
blank snapshots that bloom
forever.
Just to mindfully crawl inside the frame...
stretch, sigh and become unframed.