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Oct 2019 r

Sona Lachina

Time is but a crown
        'round eternity's head,
It must be so
                An endless coronet --

This much is true:
We have been here
        Before. I remember
Everything:
You dancing your way
        to the door,
Ruffling your wings,

Already smiling the
                smile of the Dead,
Yet posing all the right
        questions about your
                little universe --

Ask Moebius if you don't
        believe me.
He understood:
There is no setting out
                or coming home,
Just
One
Timeless
Knowing --

Physicists tell us that the real nature of time is not comprehensible by human brains that can only perceive the world as three-dimensional. So it is left to the poet's to describe. . . .

Oct 2019 r

archipelago

Oct 2019 r

touka

archipelago

when you are waiting
as passive as the glass you drink from
calcined, corralled
into your adequate shape

stand,
skin of your temples limned
by fluorescent,
until your legs ache
and while you are waiting
biding your time until they lift their heads

every disparate form you've taken

sends off their own light
a wild sunbeam toward each coast
broad, bolder-*****
your spine the rock entrenched here, there, wherever

those loafers become one with the floor
melt into it, you
the offshoot of spit
from a rallying cry;
the last good drop of Pentecost
pooling into the terrazzo

Oct 2019 r

falling & flying

Oct 2019 r

Eleanor

falling & flying

scared to fall,
but more scared
of never flying,
so i sit at the edge
and wait.

i need to be more okay with letting myself fail every so often.