I AM

~~~

obsessed with the purple sky at night!
The between sun hours enchanting
draw me into a lull.
I drink long of the moon and its mesmur,
finding in the slow'd spectrum
solace, that I may be forever breath,
even as sleep seeks to keep me.

~~~

Illusory unity
nor
separation
bar the gate!
Neither lock
or key
or form
only the body of thought
in motion may pass
only in telling
are words
made
known
.

~~~

(still)
Art
is (only) a book mark
in the pages spun 'round a circular spine.

I've seen it spinning in the sky at night,
in the purple clouds,
turning
blue with the next letter.