needle points
upon the velvet face
sooty rich and deep
there in the rich night
quiet as the hush
the air feels charged
pinpoints of energy
radiant and glints
this dark tapestry draped
across the sky
dusted with motes of light
into and through
larger points commanding view
and further on
the milky dust
of size and scale
that spins my mind
and the fire is a memory
as almost these lights i see
and when i rise in dawn
the world is complete

upon the steps of a compass
for directions aligned
greet the box and round to go
another box and oh and oh
there were hashes and across
the space was bounded by stately forms
immobile in solitude the periphery
the gateway and entrance blue by
blue lights blue night
with shrouded lowering
initmate of mortality
winged messenger mighty
in few words spoke the intent
hints only then
of this immensity
loam and cones and needles dark
pouring as a cascade
the sultry torrent
primal dark and deep
the night was born
as messengers embarked
with meanings kept
wrapped and tight
they moved the earth
the sky moved then
bodies celestial and quaint
there was a quietude as swirls formed
the eddies of the energy
drawings there lowering
and above the radiant tracings
of primary and distinct
emmisions transmitted on this wave
that coursed thru stage
the apex of an experience
what makes the lights
or what this to
conjurings of the same
and gathered as the certainty
that fragmentary insistence
of totality and unity
and this then was tamed
in orbit like this orb
revolved and spun around again

i’d nigh shun
the half poured glass
and click poof
smolder in the wave of
blue flames kissed
forms unleashed and blend
into the cloudy state
of intermingled
fluid form hazy
too much could make the night
or take the night
on the gossamer wings
of a green friend
then pounded it
try all at once
the sweet sugary essence
tingling enveloping
and down down suffused
the body warm
the breath rich
atmospheric temporal
elongated moment
stretched out into
the merest molecular strings
and atoms
the heated universe
cools under the poignant sky
drops upon the hand
pittering pat upon the leaves
and between each step
embraced in the world
the constant swirl
each life is brief upon this stage
around turn turn turning
around so that the fiery step
quick and fast holds orbit of
the celestial and the faint
faster go and then again
pulsing song and pulsing bring
down down lowering
as the log we sleep
in to the dusk has gone
the dusk has gone and so we keep
rendezvous with this i see
the fabric stretched
pulled weft and weave
in the threads between the spin
a weaver once tarrying
until the shuttle back across
rebound back again
the dexterous repeating energy
weaving this garment
and such is craft
this total and this is sweet

cold reflection
disjointed and turned
black dust
and lost
shimmering in the crevice
shiny sharp and pointed
for even years or even tears
the apex of significance
then tumult then turned
from the lofty yearned
and desires as fires
flamed and in fans drift
past auburn past rifts
and rumbling for roar
in the dusty bowl of yore
the tiny figurines
mute in metastasis
the read the verse or even worse
dotted the blue expanse
and dirty smoking trails
fell for head for long for so
this eager rupture then show
and up and stand that final hand
for brusque applaud for in for glint
and wrapped and tied
for certain find
and left and bereft befuddled then
there were stragglers among
far outreaching there were eminent specks
that in the shiny dust of speckled motes
danced in the sun beams and all
until the edge of night
fell across the scene

in the haze of night
that led to certain dawn
a foggy shroud
and buoyed treading
the clinging tightness
insulating preserving
spat the salt water
goggles tight
cradling semi weightless
a touch to hold floating
watery isolation
the circular horizon
ghastly read
silent for shannon
so visual
home was buried
in a watery tomb
ironies of phonemes
colliding
that apex of a small and great
destination unknow
forget you were there
you are the cog certain of wear
the mesh of timely events
trained to submerge
and then drift upon the stream
some are otherwise

the butterfly upon the wing
beats soft breezes
tiny flicks of tiny wings
would cause a tremendous
whirlwind and typhoon gale
to blow and blow and so
this tiny wing and tiny beats
propels a might gust
a blowing force
this art of nature
the motions of kind
in the refracted glint of tiny eyes
the power of the earth and sky
united entwined and shine
with morning there is a dew
and from the highest sun beams true
gladden heart and gladly say
symphonic pulse and throb a gust
trembling this fine power
is a tremble at so certain hour
that finds that first there is refrain
tiny wings join tiny wings
and dark the sky as they lift high
they are soaring so they soaring fly

dreamt the symbols
of clime for once
immutably strange
they were glyphs
of passing fronts
rising lowering
ready me for warmth
and culpably feign
not new quarters
only the repetition
of a string of days
strung as orbs
upon the weft
of a silken home
dancing as new dawn
with westerly
sparkles and laughs
rapt attend this is unique
this is when
the last night change
drifts into dimming memory
that newest and fine
a remarkable thing
any old time
is a newly won prize
so rightly here
so awesomely see
this is wonderous and free

quiet as the drifts
on the facing side of the dunes
show tufts of broom grass
dry as the bone
a long season blown
starchly white a crisp
dusting devils coy
sideways spun around
the vagaries of the element
uncontrolled uncontained unknown
expect for the tracing
tiny shelf steps around the bank
ledges for no reason no purpose
leading down down to the light sands
dry here wet there crumbly with action
the steps of a wild bunch
the lately untamed
and rowdy and running
left a galloping step
deep pressing wet sands that held
an impenetrable torrent of action
fled in haste
or marshaled primitive
the vanguard of a raging movement
a passing wave
sudsy brine to wipe clean
a tapestry for portent
where needle seeks the thread
all the wild racing
would be racing

petals as they lay
the dried once tender
muted now though once they shone
are crisp and delicate
the tracing of ridges
minuscule but there
there is the hint of fragrance
that would fill the air
the petals were a bud once
that in a day or two
blossomed and bloomed
the smallest too
and for a tiny season they were new
there is a box hidden away
where these petals rest today
and they are memories now
they are past and gone

the condition
is shunned
the path is there
and walk or run
or stop for a moment
when light the breeze
flits amongst the flowers
that bask as they know
to soak up the ray of bold sun
expressed as the silky hue
expressed without words
or deeds or thoughts or needs
but expressed as it is
what it is
what it can and always should be
bliss

stoping watch
auchtung slides
tremors of more
vibrationary presage
of rolling shocks
tempered keel
ten years in a day
ten years
waiting is so last century
so now we are waiting free
would for welcome
would is slowing
until it has become
expressible ecstatic
from the vine
any old time
time is palpable
time is something more

hallows
souls stamped
the inverse square
certains aware
that that pounding beat
is a continual reverberate
as i was for to become
molten flows in the open
energies quaint and primal
returning to cold survival
though pulses throb
they seem to spring in time
or falling like tossed leaves
they spin
they float
they simply descend
down from heaven
down to when
that instant
that oh so sudden oh
disconnected
distracted
then flung
before the last was sung
before dawns short approach
be as you live supreme
awares of hidden or unseen
and revel while you wear your shoes
that dance of life this dance is you
the gasp and shout
the out of full filled laughter
ay this is so
before the passing or the go
fixed like the center of a whirling top
the forces taken spring
continuous without stop
for even when the dim light wakes
your bones and marrow still will quake
and feel that life is certain quick
that inside outside something rich
of experience of suddenness
could wrap into something bliss

has freedom found thy soul
where words would wind
in the dashing downward tip
in out thrown edge of lift
in the sidelong and glancing race
in ponderous leagues supplace
ever live in even times
for soft glints of a star
upon the exact and straightly
kissing breeze of coastal try
that lingering wrap around
lounging for lithe after
resting gaze into resting dreams

the burnt leaves
acrid sultry taste
clings to the barrel
clings to to the coat
that is tufted dark
faint in outline as dusk
of the surrendering day
is must in so many ways
that impulse the creative then
a kindling of when
and so i say that ways
are malleable and transit
the arc between could and would
to sublimely sit fleeting
in apogee triumph
the mixture bits the blend
the homerun home
and shifting gait
from dash to gallop
and marching in the say
scuffed boots and shadow
five oclock brrringgg
bolt upright in stride
and launching so softly slide
the dancing lamps round rolling oh
so this is so
the flip side season

anachronistic words
to appear before speech
appear translucent beseech
to vanish warm exhalations
tickling fancy fancy that fancy
and words are artifacts
retrieved from ancient climes
that have a shiny jingle
couched and then thrill
bolting in aether lo they are still
as the mist they are quiet
curling around this reality
fingers moist touch blossoms
that for dawn and day are born
prancing steps upon the flatstone
touching the nights left dew

submerged beneath the waves
ah current au courant
ever to reemerge
sweated wrung breathless
uncontainable as stuttering
explode
the sensory experience
the sensational remains
neon ropes flashing
the dusted tumbling
for dry winds upon the plain
dry days dry nights
lost in words lost for words
lost
returning
refusal rifest restraint
a berth aboard a phantom
whistling sung the air
and there and there
the hapless care
conveyors metal
conveyed so then
meanings that were places
built and set in twilights wet
that shrouded by fogged rainy skies
and i set down down from on high
to hurry for a joining night
a hurry for i would light
unto the sky again i saw
tableau of persons far far below
and this passage was no mere mean feat
but common as the stars would greet
and i rushed as i would hurried be
a home for love a love for home

comb wax comb
against a force
as dim as night
when twilight squints
into these muted tints
as stars are stumbling found
as stars are
pinned on a silky night
roaring soon
this so roaring moon
tooth and clawed
as angry as found
as soon as sound
as if a heart waits
but it can not
not in this world
wait for a world
that is a world full
and the passing day
is a passing fancy passed
past and gone
into the twilight
lit from within
the hearth thresholds
hearken the drifting dew
will on each strand of fancy
come light with tiny mysteries
the strands of small diamonds
small and distant and true

engraved upon the shiny deck
the line and scrawl
of south easter squall
that pulled the wheel
from an even keel
torrent sublime
for there is no reason
etched deep
of constant relief
holding close
nickel dime infer
for these things
follow upon the ethereal strings
that hubbub profane
where matter is
a matter dear
that frozen place
quiet of motion
every mote is still
in bliss believe
for bliss live
where breath is short
breathe forever long

without mercy
blind unto
upto everything you do
wending ways
pulling strings
threadbare threaded oh dare
not discovery what was
in broad daylight
alone pulling
alone
after bloodless
cold
at night nighttime
down time down moon
down stars down soon
no going no showing
the blank sheet
and emptied pen

cubic cubic
centimeter
chance
dance
as life is a flow
dance as
as you softly go
your morning is dark
too dark for a friend
never said never again
but understand
darkness is only before
dawn would leaping say
here is a welcome wonder
filled with another
would welcome then
not for fear
but a turning earth
spins the view
my perspective
beyond terrestrial currents
above the stream
filled with fire and snow
don’t refuse to believe
for belief is where you go