On your knees
before a watery
plane...glassy
turbulence,
****** reconstruction.
Face down, face up...
omnium gatherum.

An ongoing series
of being surrendered...
brings to mind a bird,
brings to bird a mind...
tucking its head into its breast.
To ride out what's riding in.

Necro night, obsessive polish...
smooth as a piano's torso.
A man profanes the vested
interests of his body with starry
eyeshot.
Stuffing the pig of non being
with a star's nonlinear light.
The rapid fire vexations of a
king invade him, unspecified
bidding must be carried out.
He sees the world scurry,
sevitude's hand and foot--the
glutted pig of his non being
belches tremulously.
The horror of full emptiness
drives him from star to star, his
subjects multiply to appease
the royal malcontent.
He tears into curses cast at God,
the king blacks out.
The night sits encased in a man's
room, ants of darkness crawl on
him...he lets out a sigh...then begs
sleep.

The staircase was broken
in so many parts, that
ascending or descending
them became rending.
Vertigo cranked its
subconscious music to
achieve an alien glaze on
stairs met thousands of
times.
What waits at the top or
bottom of the staircase
paints the upcast/downcast
eyes of the saint braving
them.

This very sight
sees what it sees...
it has never not
seen.

A mountain never
loses its salt...were
an ocean to come
for another taste.

A stream parts its
watery hair over
stones, as time
renews too often
to tell...akin to
blood figuring in
gently.
A plainly hidden
crossing, where
only private
worlds lie in wait.