long nights

295 Another haze hits the bay, Sends another day on its’ way, through the fray, too thick to say, When the crane, will come back again, For all I’ve felt and said, I wish I could get a grasp, Of the space with in my hand, Of the cradle and the sand, Find the source in total darkness, The game of bait survival in total blindness, Two to one odds in draught revival, A flame inside a cocoon, Hours drift around the room, Balloon dreaming too soon for a tune to come true, Touching sharp cornerstones and open spaces, Something inside the rotary gearbox slide rule shifter never gives into protection from the hope teaser, Ricochets out of the sidelines, Turn the outer boundaries of listening through sauntering moth processions, Reform the wishbone conclusion, my entire history stranded like a falling star, Every heartbeat another stanger, Every footstep further into emptiness, Seven stillness’s ring seven precious metal tones of pure reflection, Lips against the darkness, Keep to the outer walls, Split the heart into layers, To see how loss becomes a friend, Another stitch to mend the void, Steps to unlearn the floor, Suspend what I kept to match the perfect co-up end, Another message to end the etching mission, Super guide muse, Super glide news, True bride glue, All the shades of blue, Listening for the lost clue to the least opposite completion, Below bottomless bedrock bones, Seeping sepias in the crevices of my skull, Tracings seams of buried voices, Reefs of echo streams, Sonar graphics lines to a castaway dimming in the distance, Neural nets of guidance systems relay the negative space, The larger pitch, the longer eclipse, Comprehension through surrender, Each time I open my eyes, I’m hypnotized by a mirror sky, Lenticuli over cumuli, White cliffs and islands in blue skies and flight, only flight, The same wounded fantasies from both sides of the moon, Shadow senses neither I knew, Disguise each other more and more cleverly, Viewed from a dying star, Structures in the commerce of consciousness, Diluting fair game refuge into neediness, Uncover my voices, un-corner my self, Spread thinner transitions to catch the transistor distances, Computations in hidden microwaves, Make up the differences, Re-mask signal differentiations, What a parade of simulations, I’m another minaret in the formulation, Clean and swept on the sharper morning floor, Awaken the dying mirror, running through the cracks, Vagabond bones wandering moans, Obscure waves in tea leaves, Recalibrate the microscope, The walls grow thinner and thinner, Cracks converge meet the three worlds, Tapping code on each others brow, The pieces all resemble each other, To tend a deeper fire, Tune a deeper survival, Turn starlight on waves, Choke up the strato sensor’s on the telescope, To oxidize the floating embers, Disguises closer the shape of my heart, Resemble their dreamtime believers, Night callers in blind prayer, Moving into seed time, Ancestral artistry, Names of the winged night, Cooling my swollen heart, I absorbed the alien hinterland alive, Swallowed the whale symbol, I gave all my broken choices to the escape route, Too close to the open window, Got stuck in the revolving door, Broke my smile into havees and hve nots, My wishes into halves and half knots, The watchdog to vinegar, Put the capsule in the window, The shattered pistol in the sound barrier, Holding out and hanging on for oil in the mesage mechanism, Multi layered music box, Listen for soft worries, Downy soft hair furries, Line the cell where meanings fail words, words fail experiences, experiences fail sensations, sensations fail memories and there is no freedom from the finest filaments, Expose a few more layers to the rain, Reframe the fragmentation, Remnants hanging in a quieter drain, In the rubbish, A new battlefield emerges, With torches and spears, Eyes and veins spasm with fear caught in between, And one weariness said to its keeper, Thank you, For Stone walls worth their weight, Words worth their fate, Bones worth their space, Spoken well to be felt to know, no one wins a war, Questions that define boundarylessness fail at last, The background un charged who am I now, Story teller rain, and the little roadrunner wing, Try each others mementos, Rebuild each others lives from scratch, Came to the river, The silent wind that lives door to door, Mirror to mirror, A desperate need caught between A deep reach for the heavy hearted, Crossing the silence between, The missing link and the living ability to blink, Silk and jade, All my self doubt, Mixed into all the abstract worlds, A broken thumb, Caught in a bitter wind,