Can immortality be found in a cup?
I long to  partake with you.
In your immortality--

You leave as I leave your cup.
             Leave me inside the cup
             Mouth your prayers
             Cover the lid, a boulder, cavernous sun.

Distance measures itself,
As the circle is to your cup,
While I stare, beseeching

At the wind turning you  into dust
Her ritual is done. It is done.
His body-- the body of her son.
The wind lifts her hands to offer you.

                       The sun bares his teeth.

Sipping in your cup, then came an epiphany--
I am who am.
I: the carnivorous sun.

I think the rage is gone now.
I feel clean
Like fresh laundry.

My moody storms are over.
I'm still now
As a mountain.

The tears have completely dried.
I am wind
Blowing through sand.

I sit in an oasis
Waiting for
The next big storm.

The wimpled scrolls recede....
The Authors of the braille sands
leave Northern marrow in their wording,
as sharp as Marram grasses bent
in keening subjugation....

Illuminated Sanskrit kelp,
infused with lust of fallen auras,
scrims the ****-green gartered breaks
now shaken from the glaucous mane,

while fleets of stippled cumuli,
( rain-chartered galleons of the West)
in line astern, prepare for war
beyond the deepened brim.

We,- the town-worn Pages- flutter,
drawn to trace the moiling hem,
to pour away into the water....

Salt-preened minions of the wind.

I can’t help but drown on land
Weighed down by the little things
The negativity that’s insignificant as sand
Its voices pulling on my mind with strings
I continue to fall deeper under the water
No chance of coming back
One small comment and I fall further
The inky darkness of pain almost black
All the support and praise washed away
By one perspective as naive as mine
To dwell on this makes life grey
It hurts and pains, but I say I’m fine
When really I can barely stand up
Yet I refuse to say no, to give up

Storms rage across the waters of our lives,
Drowning ourselves in all that goes on.
You have shipwrecks in your mind you have never shown.
Never saying what you really feel, but I know what's real.
I know it feels like an anchor is pulling you to the bottom of the sea,
But I hope you can find peace with me.
Because although I have shipwrecks of my own,
I'm not afraid anymore,
And I'm tired of treading water,
So dive in with me,
Let's catch a new wave.