~
Bergamot morning

the astronauts are sleeping

and she dreams like a mannequin

ceiling stars abound

like hummingbirds in celestial flight

about the nectar of

young bodies, young machines

we drew a map together

from burst to bloom

from fever to neckline

from scale to mirror

pretty scar, a thing of awe

when the curious girl

realized she was under glass

raining in time lapse

she traversed me ad rem

with might and main

I didn't have the heart

to wake us from

her brainchild's motif
~

dark small cloud dropped rain.
still, the small birds sing

but I fill in the blanks of thought with black panthers
they watch you closely as days lose their names and time moves in all directions
no ordinary dreams in the present continuous of flesh
but some flashes of certainty:
the colour of my tears suits you well,
distant is the moon from its own doubt

1
Drawn into the vortex
Of your life

By a formulaic
'How are you'

Hoarding memories
Like misers
As if identity were
A Thing
A Table, measured
And crafted

2
Or Self-real
When the very
Galaxies with
Dizzying speed

Belie the very
Notion of
Being

Amorphous time
Boxed,
Bagged fog pieced in
Handy seasons

Anniversaries
Of Nothing,
Events
Commemorations,

A drubbing of history
And nullification
Of failure.

3
No lights dim
City life

No Spring
Penetrates the
Screen

Plato sits in his
Cave
Weeping darkly,
Counting
Bodhidharmas
Eyelash
Over and over
Again

Tried to write
Wordless Poem

Perhaps succeeded

But could not share
So

What is the Use?

1
The spin of
Light and dark
Will stop

And following-

An overflow of
Red love or

The blank stare

Of nothingness

2

One day i held you

It is enough

3
Never and again
Will darkness spill
Over the edge of
A bowl
Shimmered into
Light,
Vibration of the miniscule
Energising the mighty