i was born
a traveling man
on the shores
of a foreign land

i can see
the horizon
reaching out
to the sky

i can see
my horizon
stretching out
from my hands

i will die
a measly man
all I built
buried in sand

on good days
sunrise follows sunset
the world of beauty
is born fresh each morning

on bad days
sunset follows sunrise
darkness is coming
we're all gonna die

every other day
(most) days of the year
i have more important
things to do

ebony nocturne charcoal cathedral
lunar vivified névé snow glow
celestial entity diamond light show

this time of year
so they don't disappear
i use my vacation days

i sit in a haze
thinking of ways
to justify deep hibernation

or at least a migration
to a southern location
until the warm weather's return

but for now I must burn
the hours I earn
because I must use them

or lose them

thick
no end to beginning
no way to begin the end
turning around
i see myself, feel myself
lost in the middle of everywhere

i look at you
you look at me
i only see myself
staring back into my eyes

do unto others
as you would
just remember
the others are you

when i walked in your shoes
and saw through your eyes
understood misunderstanding
not realizing that the me you saw
was the you that I see

living a blind life
seeing another
without seeing
myself

lifetime belief
world
comes in

in eyes
in hands
in ears
in nose

in mind

what if
world
goes out

mirror's reflection

mirror's projection

goes out
world
what if

out mind

out nose
out ears
out hands
out eyes

goes out
world
lifetime belief

heard without hearing
seen without seeing
touched without touching
odorous words
taste of pain

been without being
lived without living
died without dying
odorous words
taste of pain

felt without feeling
bruised without bruising
knelt without kneeling
odorous words
taste of pain

boulder blood birth
sheep stomped ****
dying dead debris
haven habitat home
friendly feeding full
planet populace plenty
mutually mothering masticating

bursting billow belches billowing
twisting tornado translucent tornadoes

sparks sear skyward searing
toward tower trees towering

beam blaze brash blazing
toppling tinder torched tinder

scorched cinder circling cinders
tireless tabernacle transcendent tabernacle

living in the round
caused by an effect

walking from my grave
i age less and less

retirement moves toward
the middle years i missed

while working 60 hours
to barely pay the bills

youthful spirit sprints
my body in its prime

toward my younger years
learning all the while

then the teenage rebel
and the awkward tweener kid

a boy with every friend
curiosity without end

and i can ride my bike
clear across the town

and now i choose my clothes
just like a big boy can

and soon i will crawl
into my origin

and there i will wait
until i'm old again

sunlight smashes
back of my eye

lightning streaking
all that I see

channel circulating
river of pain

heartbeat throbbing
drumming my skull

senses dulling
words escape me

voice echoing
time for lights out

the anchor
of my
mind has

melted

released into
the swelling
tide

last thing  i remember
counting backward
cold room fading

chest cracked
exposing heart
broken but
still beating

illusion of control
dissolves like
anesthesia

hours and days
coagulate
dripping
through
my fingers

am i ok
not sure i want 
an answer

sternum
consumed
blue flame
of pain

but

dawn's light
growing

and

i awaken
three month
night

i am ok
but i will
never
be the same

now
I bleed
for all

and none

will bleed
for me

stay with me
i'm your escort
from the
void

stay with me
as i shed my
light
on
darkness

stay with me
as I coat your
soul
in
flesh

stay with me
as i print your
words
on
paper

stay with me
as I ****** you
from the
void

stay with me
now
oh words

oh words
do not retreat

look into the mirror
what is it that you see

beard's a little sparse
but hair is just right

right eyebrow needs a trim
but not a blemish in sight

ears are far from perfect
but body's ready to fight

or

gaze at the butterfly iris
and watch it never be still

look into the pupil
and feel a little chill

as i see the me that sees
the one that has free will

look into the mirror
what is it that you see

living
will ****
you




eventually

believing in myself
believing i am good
being what a good
and worthy person should

believing in myself
believing what i do
when doing what i do
is good and worthy too

believing in myself
believing i am seeing
truth in my whole being
darkness ever fleeing

it can be seen in
every morning's sunrise and
sunset every night

it can be seen in
water's round path
from sea to rain to river

it can be seen in
coral limestone peaks
eroding into valleys

it can be seen in
spring's first flush of growth and
decaying piles of leaves

it can be seen in
monarch chrysalis deathmasks
birthing renewed and vibrant life

it is written
between the lines of nature
by the hand of god

understand
because
you see

upon seeing you
i see myself
when helping you
i help myself
and in hurting you
i hurt myself

compassion is
the root
of equality

feeling
vibration

propagate
through

rosewood
and maple

gentle
waves

imprinting
harmonies

soul
deep

iridescent inkblot
splats across
sapphire skies

raucously roving
empty and
eroding earth

barren branch
territory and
taloned toes

warily watching
canyon and
cracked clay

that which sees
that which the eye sees
will never be seen

that which hears
that which the ear hears
will never be heard

that which knows
that which the mind knows
will never be known

see the unseen
hear the unheard
know the unknown

I watched
a thousand
warriors
butally
demised
before
I cried

Then
Old Yeller
died.

happily sad
stormily calm
beautifully ugly
rhythmically erratic

fully empty
friendly enemy
knowingly ignorant
quietly screaming

beginning infinite
ending neverending

indistinctly
but continually
meeting
then parting
engaging and
retracting
embracing
but withdrawing

marry and divorce

ever present
but never noticed
pendulum's swing

walking after rain

rain
fed by
sea
fed by
river
fed by
rain
fed by
sea
fed by
river
fed by
rain
river
sea
ever
flowing
existence
to
existence

i am
but a memory
of who
i am
yet to be

Salmon bands scraping horizons.
Slate gray sky is a stage, set for play.
Birdsong warbling, crisp morning breath.
Tree skeletons swaying like anchored gnarled antlers.

Violet western sky, ocean deep.
Dark borders tracing mottled clouds,
highlights illuminated by heaven's gate.
Eroding canyon walls, rushed by angry winds.

the only way out
is in
never arriving
at center
realization
the only way in
is out
never arriving
at edge
realization
no center
no circumference
awakening
just be
and be free

welcome screen
should read
creativity killer
talent ecpliser
time exterminator
idol of america

instead
it says
roku

myriad biographies
trundling
cavernous wasteland
florescent battalions
rebounding
white tile headache
buy more feel less
human
be more by less

emptiness
above
surface
of tree
of earth
of sea
space
for leaf
for dust
for cloud
filled
by tree
by earth
by sea
breathing
each other
in locked
embrace
dancing
through
ages

upside down
the tree
mirrors
it's branches
in the soil

inside out
the mind
mirrors
it's masks
on the tongue

inside out
the heart
mirrors
it's  secrets
on the face

upside down
the root
mirrors
it's arms 
in the air