You will be argonaut
one more of the supernumerary
trodding upon the cindered ones
come before you
limbs wooden and somite
encircling a moon
tumescent and blue
in permafrost garrote
on constellations edge
tottering over synapse
mocking
like a mime on highwire
your guilt
lupine in its longing
sawtooth timberline in vivisect night
down promontory
to frozen wave
the broken spoke of your step
on sleetslick carapace
past the preterit
embalmed hide of the world
into the silent millstone
berserk
to return emptyhanded
and changed

Am still, watching myself keen,
As I dissolve now slowly unseen.
A phantom built painstakingly
On lies,half-truths,all hidden guilt.
Worldly bar of expectations heavy,
Affecting false and burdening a levy.
I dared, only for you my sacred lover,
My humanity too,so desperate to flower.
I'm now destiny broken,so invulnerable,
Barriers none whatever,nothing indefensible!

As I lie on this final pyre of life high,
Atop scented logs burning, that sigh,
Agni,the fire god great,cleansing me truly,
Asks,how was your life my Son? so kindly.
Askance,through the walls of fire,I look,
At your gentle face, of deep sadness a book,
Avowed to be bound,in grieving heat shimmered,
And Answer, O lord, you burned inside me great,
Also in my loved one,guiding our fiery paths of fate.
Aflame and lit by you was it,In knowledge supreme,
All we did was fly, like moths to the inferno serene,
Aiming at this blaze final,meant always, in your divinity.
Alas now my time ends,I know but its your flame eternal,
Always uniting,bonding our love, burning bright together.
Amidst now your flaming graces, I Thank you,as me you gather,
Aching in this lovely embrace, for my alter love,to meet in future farther!

I've been falling,
for over a year and a half,
falling very fast,
two weeks ago,
I finally hit the ground,
with a resounding splat,
I never realized,
I could lose my sense of direction,
because falling is usually down,
but I was falling in,
deeper and deeper,
each day,
losing myself along the way,
my head is no longer,
in the clouds,
my feet,
are firmly planted,
the landing hurt like hell,
but it feels good to be standing.