Her
Deer track wet
Her Rip tides  
And the thickness of my predation taste
I am alone mere
Water vapor
suspended in the empty medium
A mirage
Dining with lepers and ******
The brain here has to settle for the image
stored away somewhere in the synaptic catacombs
But pulling up this her scintillating portrait seems to please it no end
The self perpetuating mechanism
Fragments clasp and cling together with fragment
Peeling away
Mingled blood and saltwater
deep in the caverns
- I -
hover between the synaptic gaps
languishing
Among the sharp fragments of thought
hoping to string a few together and escape through a lone slit of sunlight
Alone-I
Exalt  suffer  howl
Now Scalping the loneliness  
Of the clotted humid tropics
Come back
Come in
Are your receiving?
Let me know if this message makes it
If it makes it through the razor wire
Through the melting dusk
Through the throngs of idtiotic
Military aged males
And lonely women
To
Hawkwise spiral up on the currents of your breath against my neck
Up The hot current of your breath against my chest  
in through and out this entire breathing sylvan aloneness
To lose itself awhile in the cirrus  
- [ ] Or fall down somewhere to drown in within kudzu choked deeps
- [ ] Yet

Somewhere in the vast-nothing-nowhere-universe

her kitchen light is still glowing

I have seen her shoulder **** and warm in
clean sunset light
Swimming in the rolling ocean of her exhale
Now I know I will live forever

Do you misunderstand me?
Oh well
I understand you quite well
and with deep reverence

I am not interested in speaking to you
I do not converse with masks
Cowards

I am speaking to the body
To the animal-
Consciousness
To Nothing-In-Between
You:

Yes you,
Old
timeless-newborn

Don’t play coy with me, Lover

undercurrent

True One


Mystery.

Born and bred of the
Old Blood,
into this turgid violent current  

Though I wear the mask of deep survival,
I cannot help but see through the eyes of the Ancients  

wound-licker,
Soul-less,
The frayed anti-redeemer of all trivial anomalies.
Threaded and tangled in itself at the roots,
A lone ember in the belly of night.

hot cognitions—
Structure and unstructure,
A Self-organizing system misfiring
at its most critical boundary

All fight and no dog,
Snatching hard against a broken chain,
teeth and needle
sinking ever deeper into dark
Into stillness.

The hand of Fire reaches out,
And the hand of Shadow reaches in kind

I am
Is the river that i cannot cross
Yet I am that shore,
I am the lone current,
Carver and carved,
The obstinate raging flow

Blurred colors at a boundless edge named
Vision

dissolute alone in the placid twilight
Yet somehow
the scarlet thread of passion
weaves on
through the hills, along forgotten highways, fields
grocery stores, storms,
Into the very depths of a dying sun
Into those eyes  

Between furnace and night,
Napescent and breath
Lingers in the deep
A soft shadow fallen
On the sharpest edges

rhythm,
pulse
The forgottenlovesong

A clasp of whispered promises
Rolls down the unlit steps into the outside dark and is gone forever

Between the hammer and the anvil,
I am white hot
Hay-colored and molten,
Dripping **** along the jagged edges
Of steel night highways.

In agony, in search,
I trace the valleys' shadowed thighs,
Run my fingers through all creeks, all rivers,
Remembering the forgotten taste of her,
Her sigh within all trees, in the grasses.
At night, under stars,
Weaving in and out of dreams, Far from the woodsmoke and fire
Dying in an ocean of hemlocks and ash.

Awake-dreamer-Emptiness itself seeking
Over fields, stone barns, abandoned churches,
For the face that holds everything.
The compass of the universe spins
Around her navel, her cheekbones, her eyes

I am pulled inexorably,
Ever tighter toward that center.
We dance on a fine silk brocade—
There are cities, trees, stars—
And suddenly, we fall through.


From the Wilderness,
Into the gaping dark dazzle of infinity.
Now, I speak only what can be spoken with all Being—
A reflected balance on the edge of the mirror,
The knife-blade plunge of honey-colored sunsets
Somewhere in the galaxy between her ribs,
The flame to its moth.

Separated from the tribe,
But noble and clean,
The eyeless monad,
Drifts on the scarlet sea of Dreams.

One reflective artifact,
Snagged within the reflection
of all reflections.
The dancing construct  
within a dancing construct ,
The invisible wind weaving through all branches—
Formless and egotistical ,
Both branches of one root:
Zero.

Atavistic emotions,
Sensate filigree
Minus continuity
petals on a breeze,
That disturb the surface for an instant
And vanish

This self that awakens
Has never known sleep

Honing in on
The Primary Doubt,
The deft cogito-scalpel of thought,
Lances all assumption
Beliefs, abstractions
Laying bear this unspeakable truth:

Listen-

The eternal law of stillness,
Holds all forests and hills in its silent embrace.
The gentle touch of it
Ripples in all rivers and mountains.

Far from the rusted gates and crumbling walls of the mind,
There is a place—
Where every leaf and stone,
Are burnt up in the blood-soul-fire
The perfect Will to Silence

Here, in the solitude-communion of sky and soil,
All language falls away,
And from this silence,
The stream is clear—
Pristine and bright,
Nurturing all that lives.

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