gatherings from north

coccoon Residual images below the shadow ocean, micro resolutions on a holographic scanner, converts a biological reception He lay down and spread easily into the gap between being one thing and being another, Finding, falling, feeling he meets star fields whispering, The greater loss, and its’ healing, He remembered her, some cocoon gifts, she was a protestor, gain stuck to lost ambitions, he was in sliding in side after going to meet her, an undercurrent, a wider vision, transferent distances between what she said and what he wanted, a very private hidden war in the air would reveal itself, for brief intergral moments. he got rabid for identification, the door had always closed so quietly, perfectly, a clear boundary, an acceptable distance, she asked him “how he was?” through it, He waited, and forgot his name in the processing nanotechnologies, A pure discharge, he was relieved of the greatest doubt, Reduced to the thinnest layer of micro dynamics, He fought the realization, the big acquaintances, They became lovers from different amnesia’s, One burning and one laughing, Dividing their molecular weights with membranes, She contacted the worm. Taking him to live in tight vapor, It was another language, That made a subtle journey from the shore, For days in the waves, Turned to tiny lines, engravings from the wind, She began to paint on thinner vibes, Turning him inside out, In the cocoon, Seeing his body for the first time, In vibrations of light, Altered, resurfacing,

tip

The clouds grew lower and lower and finally let a deep snow bury us, drew all the distances in to themselves, Call a silence by a silence, Pen to paper, pours the unknowing into lines, described an ear by an ear, Suspend the eclipsed cycle of thesis and antithesis, In a void by a void Bullseye with no birth mark Breath is time, Send the carrier to the other side, In between, Wind is speed, no bond, Breath is less Lines up end to end, Bones of stone touch and bow, before the taste, Silence larger than life, Hearts splash limitless ripples, Deeper dreams, A face by a face, Burnt brazen bitter brine Nuclear sky, Eyes soften in their sockets, And drown in soft top pale drop Door made of secrets, To uncover the artefacts, To sound alive before the source of pain, Pounding pressure bites at the isolation, Swirling white winds around a broken, blue itch, Under the door, The lights go off one by one down the hall, Taking me home, To the faint beginnings, Stirring in embers radiation, In the heat, in the heart, Grace the silhouette of fault lines, Challenge of human expression, Feel the night move, Feed the machine until it speaks dizzy hibiscus, Mulberry test chemical matrix, With the guts hanging out, taking my breath away, Taking me to every mouth, Of three rivers lettered interface, Even the watchdog is on a leash of warm polysaccharides, Heavy and empty,

song for a circle..

Little wing, on the edge of lunar eggshell capitus, Carry each others colors to bridge eyes and unseen lives, Into each others time, Where lovers of different languages, Understand the distance between them, They take each others unfinished sentences, Into a healing garden to rest, Once they trust the ground there they begin to dream, Of the true identity behind their lies, Such a gathering, I risk everything to watch, And am returned to wander in wonder of whose mind was uttered peace, Or the knowledge to turn the page into rain, Into all the rain that falls, And find where one drop of inner condensation forms, And stay in that gathering, And feed what grows there, Pushes the emptiness through tight interstices, Makes all things transparent, In vapour connectivity’s, The quietest unwinding, Into the equidistant mandala of knowing, Touch for the first time, A thousand broken pieces, Stuck to the underbelly, The longer side of the day, Thinner treaded, smaller threaded mechanisms, Feed night dogs, To sing a song of homelessness, I contemplate the personal nature of all my treasures and losses, Their high pitched sensitivity, Telling me of my true nature, Polymorphic laughing tenderness, Bent around shadowy relief, inferential implicit interfaces, Bent over extended, Capture in the speed of light, Stillness and silence, And eye that disappears in unexpected, unimagined, improbableness, Feeds the night wind, Across empty pools, In child hood protection, Quiet trees, Cool sleeves, The heart unloads silent tears, Feeds the night wound, My mother, An older tongue that makes my hair stand up in tones and pressures, Turns my heart around, Where I take my first steps, In a delicate pain that touches two worlds at the same time, Two words, Making sense from a broken cup, Doesn’t lose the smell of fire in the sunshine, Doesn’t forget the name behind loss and gain, Never finds the answer to its openness, In the extraction of etchings from the glass, The Reflexes allowing fixations from deprivation, Warming winters dull privacy, Stuck to the bottom, The seam of potentiality, The perfect conservation of experience and awareness