and it was enough

Bird song, built on a million stars, The pain of longing in my chest, The ghost began to believe, In thin edges of blindness, And kiss the shadows, The burning lips say you can listen, To the petroglyphs perfect accents, Thief on fire, can’t sleep, Biting on the edges of beatitude, A sacrifice in numbers, The return to dust in a full moon field, Ever last informs the open dish, Vieve on Genevieve, Vis on vis, Vis on Genevis, Effigy reborn in the rain body, A face forms in the reflection of a million layers traces of thin promises, Strands pulling out of numb safety, Scratching on the wedding seal, Crashed down belief to the roots, To make better distortions, Out of being on the lamb, On the tongue of experience, For the bouquet, Of a clever hope, Pretending the reflection is the strange tide, Lies where love hides, Colliding in the capillaries, Dropped into the wheel zone, A stones throw from Betheseda, Breathing in the fetal coma, Motel can’t hold the night, Slow eyes, slipping little sensitivities into the stream of broken glass houses, Snails with hidden shells sorting fragile shorelines, Climbing St. Annie, A place we call the mothership, And meet the great borrowed time wheel, Give back all the washed up tones to her fishyard.

Threads to a million unseen scars A way into the molten core Of broken bonds Threads back to the edge of blindness Woven of darkness and fire, Threads through the cracks, Sacred threads the colors of India, Egypt, Subtle threads fade into a distant dream, Threads to the edge of a million miles, Threads to the edge of a book Built of a million suns, moving towards nakedness, The unseen edge, Threads of minarets, Reduced to a spinning molecule, Stung along with balloons, moons, and a tune, “do I have enough of the wind” Threads to standing up Threads to filling up, Threads to living up, In ones giving up, Threads from an ending, Threads from breath to breath, Threads from brokenness, Out of a story, Threads dreaming of the world, For the world, Threads to a green door of light and mist, That speak of principals, Threads slowly adrift like the melting poles, Older than the coming deluge, A time of the sky, Threads, a way into isolated fragments, broken bonds, Threads, a way out of the closed circuits.

Blood leaned on the radiation zone, made no sense of a warm glowing alimony alibi, antimony, Blood reached over the edge, In an elemental fault line, the blood carried back what no one thought could be carried, The sharpest piece, with the widest view, The second city dreaming, In water ways and fountains, And somewhere out at sea, There’s a serpent who knows, Turns anger into tears, He has a sealed hologram, Blood and breath crossed, Chemical duplication, And the blood slowed and turned to crystals of light, The only substance thick enough, To satisfy the lonely ghost, The day breaks’ melting point, Tasted like an insoluble system, Like a shadow, Echo to the time remainder, Ghost monkey, falling down, No protection on the wishbone, He learned he was actually missing, The lost guard and he laughed, One small transportation in a world of 5 billion breaths, Laughing with out reason, cosmopolitan filters, It was the era of mis representation, Slowing to the transfer analysis, No guarantee on the overdrive, Only blood touched the smallest most hidden molecules of perfection, Where I sleep between vision and and being dis shrouded, Learned on micro beans, Blood and breath building a fluorescent bio vent, The rock back half as far, I thought it was the evening star, Softening the effects of Easter and the un nameable,

Music from sound The man with the mosaic taste, With the mosaic under the face. Threads singing silent thunder with no trace, The touch to bear skin reflecting light messages, To call in supersonic inscriptions, In the universe of radio active tectonics, Intersensory telescoping, In enough trance strangeness for that much fear Caught behind the eyes without a disguise, In micro economics to spin faster, Spread seventeen shades, Into a single frame, Static to steam, A calm comes over the sea, The signal liquefied gas in my veins. Blending molarity in the air, The simplest bet, Sudden transmigration of elements into words, Fullness whispering, Pouring lightest Brush of electro magnetism, Conclusions of polarity Calmly just accept, The age of Tran’s migration burial, Flame dancing in caves in the wind Hauling bones with vibration, Where does the French man reside? On the desperate watch tower? No, he has blankets and numbers, Radiation stretched from belief, Super heated listening thief, Holding the door open for so long in the fun house, Triple Stage Bridge, Windows into oceans, The man by the exit, Holding tickets for no reason, The cohesion collapsed, In a silent dose, phantom heart, Breath pulls like an animalist, Odorous cantankerer, Opulent plethora, Who told me on the knoll, To turn the bell, The bodhi body, On the tarmac tundra, He fell into a whale, at the top of the ride, the start of this note, He didn’t ask anyone to wait, He saw crickets in early spring, Hyper oxidised super tramp transference channel, In the circuitry of love, Pull the stars across olds wounds, for a tiny breath, A secret place, Gently pouring under tow of ancients under the steps. Trying to delay, the ambush of being turned to dust,

301 When the orange thickness is upon me, Fragile red threads, tug and touch my heart. Tell stories of a single cell structure, Connecting fragile corrections, Bathed in blueprint blue, Sending twinges by chance out into the world, To play little games, They say travel broadens the mind, What do they say about distance and leverage? They all want to talk about the way I walk, in their desperate corkscrews, I dangle in despair, a strange ornament gasping, In a sea of toys in search of a quiet shore, To write our names in the sand, With letters that turn me into little pinholes, To feel the edge, lift the veil, To find one true companion, Where the silence becomes sensual, Where beingness shows up as sensation and the whole universe is my body,