loneliest vigil I have ever seen repeated
crumpled by neglect it's weight seated
in self scorn and mirrored in signs
iterated in his brothers' eyes.

move on 'cause I've hurt the scene
they spotted that past being
of below all view and prone
exposed given a penny, a bone.

a moment stretched by same inflection
a parallel mirrors reflection reflection.
i, looker, am in that view light tied
and there a fraternity fixed resides

yes. stop I did and did devour
that set to review in every hour

common senses once taught
flat Earth accepted thought

possibility of straight line
coming back to then define
circular transit
was deceit
heresy
lunacy

perception forced was destroyed
by a sailor royally deployed
to exploit sea trade
of dragons afraid
some returned
facts earned
world
round

followed many tribulations
persecution in inquisitions
round and round
the seat of heaven
Earth then Sun
Universe
begun
relative
subjective

in any case your senses
are instructing pensé
according to rules
that time makes fools
so (h+H)awking
ideas not
sound
Universe is flat
not round

a hand raised to cut out some of the glare. still only see glare. worry stalked my thoughts while hunger rattled on my ribs. Time being beaten out by the slap of tattered sail against the broken limb that should be stout skywards not right angled into the .... glare.

i am a fair sailor on a regular day. today i am a burnt out wreck foolishly adrift after capsize. ok foolhardy but who would not wish to be in the blue on such a day. a day 5 or 6 ago on a whim and gentle wind to gather me into nature. She has done with me now and I waft away into sleep.

There I am carried away from desperate thirst and pained imagined goodbyes to a place that seems cool and if not dark it is at least bare of violent light. I blink. I did, it hurt. All is grey apart from land-born angels pointing home.

flat grey sky
is hiding seagulls
with rain on wings

urban air
poisoned with oil from
refined war

fear or shame that
makes the mask wearer

vermin hands in salutation
to the first martyr

take me ,as he, as lesson
to the children

***** wings on angels
bare, carry away sin
and virtue

dust falling from dry eyes:
have no wet
for you
street imp

red, yellow, blue sore saucers glaring in light
some rewards of flight from a dark night.
weeping a little in my honeyed bed.
haematoma proof of the love you bled.

tender sacrifice under arc in flight.
the sting of conquester’s wing, a slight
on your grace and features that will bring:
no scream but in colours you'll sing.

the rhythm. a slap, a punch, a slap, slap
you collapse and welcome into open flap
it's sting, ****** of stamen into stigma.
a death most welcome in heat of day

when, in killing bed,your sisters heralds
good King Chloris in the closing chorus.

analgesia amnesia antidote
to last night
stuck in throat

tattered pride resides
in your eyes
lost to me

vestments of vanity varnished
in sacrificed blood
now chemically numb

coming round to LED
light and message beep
reality of the deceipt