one day to leave it all behind
so comforting, what a day.

𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑢𝑠𝑡
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑒...
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒
𝑇𝑜 𝑚𝑒...
𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠;
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓  𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠...

How sad not to experience the design of nature if you are constantly looking for the sun

A break in the cloud
upturned faces smile
shared thoughts;
the invigorating blue
after days of rainbows.

The Sun has come down
to share my table
spread across fingers
flicking gold
from off black shadows.

Blood in the blue,
a direct proclamation of fate,
guided like an arrow,
an actor, or oneself-
a mere impulse-desire in the velvet ruins of eternity.

Temporally displaced,
The hidden moment of a lifetime’s innocent
desire to become
nothing more
than this, that is here,
a dream working on the edge of town,
an elephants delight,
a signal flare on a dark sea nesting quietly underneath an endless, black sky.

The bandied craft of time
So gentle and limitlessly insane,
To be out of the mind,
within,
and in between too,
To have punctured the void with great rapidity.
We speak no language.
We know no lust.
And always, with the longing…

As Cupid’s arrow strikes the ladder
and rains down mists of distrust
on the Garden of today,
We are here to uphold the law
in the Sphinx’s eyes-
We are in between.
We are worth.

Mother Mary with her tilted head
suggests,
with her Posture,
the light that illuminates her shawl.

Like a leaf tilted by the weight
of water,
the sky demands Enough and speaks,
easy words.

For a time, when the world is silent,
not even
a mystic experience could perfume
the inventory of delight.

Even the light is hollow bubbles.