where do we come from.....................................out of what illusion...................... into what mirrored door

WE EACH COME OUT OF GREAT SMOKE

AS IF WITH TRIAL AND SACRIFICE

EVEN TRIBULATION

ONE PURIFIES THE INNER CORE

I AM A PILGRIMMER IN VAULTED ARCHES

ROMANESQUE BALANCE PAINTED AND INLAID

THIS TRAVELER ON A FAR JOURNEY

(WITH) A SAFETY NET OF JADE AND AMETHYST

WROUGHT OF HAMMERED GOLD

I DRINK PEARLS DISSOLVED IN WINE

I SEEK THE CRY WHEN TIME BEGAN

TO WALK WITHIN THE STORM AND SAND

INNOCENT OF PASSAGE

PILGRIMAGE TO CAUSE

SEEKING THE VEINING OF A HAND

WHEN THE CAPILLARIES TAKE

CAUSE AND ISSUE

IN MY PRAYERS TO GOD I AM AS

GREEN SOD

HOLDING THE GROUND AND MOISTURE

springy

resilient

LUSH

one falls into the quiet sound

when the axis of the night

spins ROUND TO DAY

BLIND FISH IN DARK CAVES

GREEN MEETING PAMPAS GRASS

WE EACH LIGHT

A TORCH WITHIN

TO TOUCH THE UNIVERSAL STREAM

CREATING THE CLEAN SWEEP

FROM CENTER

OUT

OR THE SHARP SURE BURN

FROM THE EDGES IN

FOR WHAT IS

EVEN

SLOW

CLEAN

EITHER THE PERIPHERIES FROM WHICH

WE MEET

AT

SOME

RANDOM

CENTER

IF THE DEAD COULD TALK

HALF LIDDED EYES

TEETH UNBARRED AS FANGS

CARNAGE

DRUNK WITH BLOOD

HELD OUT IN SKINS AND FERMENTED

AT THE GREAT WALL

WHERE MONGOLS ROAMED

BY DESERT, SAVANNAH, AND THE SWAMPS

I AM THE BREATH OF CONTINENTS RISING AND FALLING

WITH THE SHIFTING OF THE SEA FLOOR

IN THE FOREST

A SOFT LIGHT SWIRL

WHERE THE BULL UNMATING

STAMPS HOOF AND LAP WINGED HORN

THAT SQUARE ARCH OF LIGHT THAT SPRAYS THE EARTH WITH PEARLS OF DEW

AS IF TO RING THE WORLD WITH FIRE

CRIMSON AT THE EDGES

THE NOVA UNFOLDING

INFOLDING.........................UPON...............ITSELF

CRUSHING MATTER

ATOM RANDOM  AND RANDOM PARTICLE TO PURE MASS.

GREEN IRIDESCENCE NESTING INTO WHITE

AS THE PLOVER WHOSE CALL HE FOLLOWS

DIVES HEADLONG INTO A RISING SUN

SQUARE ARCH OF LIGHT

SPRAYING THE EARTH

WITH PEARLS OF DEW

AS IF TO RING THE WORLD WITH FIRE

CRIMSON AT THE EDGES

THE NOVA ENFOLDING

ENFOLDING UPON ITSELF

CRUSHING MATTER, ATOM, AND RANDOM PARTICLE

TO PURE MASS

(OUR UNDERSTANDING OF THE CONCEPT AND OUR ABILITY TO MUTATE IT)

WHERE GRAVITY FALLS IN UPON ITSELF

INTO ANOTHER UNIVERSE

PARALLEL

EQUAL

SET IN TIME

WE DO NOT

HAVE DIMENSIONS

ONE TRAVELS PURELY IN ONE’S MIND

CLOAKED IN CHIFFON OF THE PALEST ROSE

SILK SCENTED OF PETALS AND MISTED THINGS

THESE RE-CREATIONS OF THE FLUX OF TINSEL

ARCING IN THE FLIGHT OF EAGLES

WINGING TO GREET THE SUN

IF TIME TOOK ISSUE WITH THE FLIGHT

OF BIRD ICARUS MAN

WE CAN BUT DREAM

FIRES AT THE EDGE

FOR GURUS

SURE OF FOOT TO TREAD

WE EACH HAVE OUR COALS BURNING

SWIFT FOOTED AS THE MOUNTAIN GOATS

WHEN THE SUN TOOK ISSUE

WITH FLIGHT

A WHITE MOTH FLIES

INTO THE FIRE’S LIGHT

AT THE DIFFRACTION OF DARKNESS

AND THE LIGHT

SHADOWS CREATING THE ILLUSION OF WIND

(ALL THE SHADES OF WHITE

WHITE, MAKING UP THE SPECTRUM OF OUR SUN)

WHEN BY BRIGHT HARNESS OF RIBBON BRAID

I RIDE THE WIND TO WHERE THE EARTH IS

FACELESS, BBBBORRN

I

WITH MY SECRET PLACES

MY WITCHCRAFT AND QUIET BREATH

ENRICH THE WORLD WITH THAT RAINBOW RIBBON

FAINT TRAILING OF LIFE

IRIDESCENT PATH MIRRORING EACH PAST STEP

PEARL UNMOLLUSCKED

IN ACCRETIONS OF

ANIMUS AND BEING

THAT ADD THE SHEEN OF LIFE

OVERLAY YOUTH, AS CHINESE LACQUER

IN THE MACHINE AGE

BOTTLED AND TIED BY OUR OWN

OR OTHER’S ROPES

YOU CAN GRAB FOR ILLUSION

A FAIR MAIDEN SHEATHED IN LIGHT

OR MIRAGE OF SILK AND CARAVAN

THAT ONCE ETCHED WITHIN THE PUPIL

VANISHES

IN THE EPHEMERA

GREEN POOLS OF STILL WATER

NIGHT

I FALL INTO THE WATERS

DRAINED

BAPTISMAL

HEALED

I FALL TO RISE AGAIN

WITH THE PASSING OF BREATH

WITH THOSE RAINBOW DREAMS

THE MIND SETS WING

TO TOUCH WITHIN THE CURVE OF FEATHER

I BRING TO SECRET PLACES

VAULTED AND ARCHED

THE FLOW OF WATER IS MY BED

SPICE MINGLED WITH THE SALT

FLOWERS PRESSED BETWEEN THE BINDERS

SEE HOW SOFT THE ROSE

SOMETIMES WE CAN WALK

SOMETIMES WE FLY

THE MOMENTS WE CREATE

BRAND OUR MEMORIES

VORTEX SPUN OF PEARLS OF LIGHT

WE EACH CHOOSE OUR DOORS

LIFE IS HERE

BECAUSE

AND I SING

THE MELODY

OF WHERE THE BIRDS

TAKE WING

Migration

THESE SKINS WE SHED OR DIE

AS REPTILES, ONCE

WE CRAWLED FROM SEA TO LAND

NOW AS BIRDS

REBORN

IN SEARCH TO RECREATE THE SOURCE

TO FUSE AND MELD LIKE WAX

GALATEA SCULPTED OF THE MIND’S DELIGHT

OUT OF HIBERNATION

IN THE SHOUT PAST EONS

CHASMS OF MY MIND

WHEN THE PARAMECIUM’S OF THOUGHT

CILIA OUT, AFLUTTER

YOU CLEAR THE CLOSETS OF YOUR MIND FROM CLUTTER

I TAKE DELIGHT IN COLOR

FLOATING IN THE NIGHT

SCULPTED IN A DREAM

TAKE LIFE WITHIN

DIE TO SEE THE LIGHT

THROUGH A RING OF FIRE

AT THE INTERSECTION OF SPHERES

FIGURES PERFECT IN FIBONACCI’S EQUILATERAL PERCEPTION

depth is a matter of relative commotion

SALT AND SWEET SPICE RUBBED TO A PASTE

GARLIC AND MAGIC OILS

INCENSE BURNED

YOU WALK AMONG THE SHOALS

SERPENT WOUND

HORNED AS THE ASP

THESE WHITE DEAD SHELLS

TRANSLUCENT

WE SHED TO FLY

GOSSAMER

THE SALT TASTE OF YOUR LIPS

SALT IS THE ESSENTIAL SPICE

I TASTE OF WHERE THOUGHTS TAKE RISE AND SHIMMER

SIT TO WATCH THOSE SIMPLE THINGS

TIME

WHEN IRIDESCENCE SETTLED

MERCURY’S FLEET FOOTED WINGS

AS CHAMPAGNE

ROSE PETALS POPPED

WE CREATE THE FUTURE

THE SECOND FERMENTATION

CAN MEAN A LOT

EACH WITH CAREFUL TENDING

EVEN LOVE

CAN SIT THE MORNING THROUGH

TO SEE

BY RITUAL AND PASSAGE

EVEN CHILDREN’S GAMES

YOU LAY ASIDE A CHILD’S’ NAME

A PAST LIFE

OLD GLOVES

THEY NO LONGER FIT THE FRAME

TIED WITHIN THE RICH WARM BLOOD

OF MOTHERS PAST

CRY OF BIRTH

THIS STREAM WE WADE AT DIFFERENT PORTIONS OF OUR LIFE

PAST, PRESENT, AND THE FUTURE TWINED

WHAT WE SEEK

WE FIND

WE CREATE THE LIFE WE LIVE WITHIN OUR MINDS

ONCE PYGMALION IS FREED FROM SCULPTED STONE

SHE IS NO LONGER BLIND

THE SERPENT TWINES HIPPOCRATES STAFF AND WAND

THERE ARE NO REASONS

THERE IS ONLY WHAT ONE FINDS

ROUGH ROCKS AND STRONG WATERS

UNDERTOWS THAT SAVE OR SLAUGHTER

THE SERPENT IS THE HEALER’S GIFT

ONE GROWS NEW SKIN

WHEN ONE IS SLIPPED

EACH EXPERIENCE HAS MEANING

LIFE IS JUST A STEP

CLIMBING A LADDER TO THE SKY

FROM WHAT ILLUSION

INTO WHAT MIRRORED DOOR

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EYES LIDDED

GREEN LIGHT OF THE PLEISTOCENE

BRONTOSAURUS FOUGHT TYRANNOSAURUS

RIPPING

TEETH AND BLOOD

JUST BEGIN

A KALEIDOSCOPE IN TIME

COLORS FALL IN PATTERNS

TWINED

WE ARE EACH BORN ONTO A MIRROR OF GLASS

CATCHING GLIMPSE OF SHADOW

AS ALL OUR DAYS FLY PAST

FALLING through DIMENSIONS OF TIME

ONCE CONNECTED

WE SPIRAL

OUTSIDE

BOUNDARIES OF OUR MIND

THE UNIVERSAL DANCE

WATER LILY

POND

STILL LIFE AND GROWTH

BY TAKING NOTICE

TIME IS NOTED

AT COORDINATES

IT IS ONLY THE DISTURBANCE THAT CREATES THE LINE

A UNIVERSAL RIPPLE WE CLAMBER OUT OF

BUILT OF SEAWEED

MUCK AND SLIME

THE AFTERBIRTH

A CRY

FALLING AND THE CRAZY SPIN

I AM BUILT OF DEEP CAVES

SUBTERRANEAN

LIT BY THE LUMINESCENCE OF BLIND THINGS

PALE EYES

PALER SKIN

HAVING NEVER SEEN THE LIGHT

SOFT MURMUR OF WATER

WARM AND RIPPLED AGAINST MY THIGH

I, IN GREEN GOWN

SILK, WOVEN OF THE THREAD OF EGYPT

WALK THROUGH THE WATERS

TO THE LAND

PASSAGE THROUGH THE RED SEA

I FOLLOW THE SUN ON ITS TRAVELS

ERAS OF THE MOON

MARKING THE PASSAGE OF DAYS

AMONG MY PEOPLE

HONEY

STRONG SUN OF DESERT SAND

WATER

HOARDED IN SKINS

EXUBERANT BY OASIS

DATE, FIG, AND ALMOND MILK

MY CONFECTION

THE SALT TASTE OF SWEAT

POURING DOWN MY FACE

BEADING DOWN MY NOSE

I HAVE NO MEMORY WHERE I HAVE COME FROM OR WHY

THESE STRANGERS I AM AMONG

AS A VISITOR

WHAT IS THIS VEIL

WHAT LIES OUTSIDE THESE DOORS

WHAT HOLDS UP THE SKY

SPIRIT IMPRISONED IN GLASS WITH POWDERED WIG AND GOWN

SHE CRIES

BY WALLS IN GREY AND PINK CHINTZ, BOTH FLORAL AND STRIPED

AT A CORNER INTERSECTION

CURTSY TO HER LIFE

MAJESTIC AND SWEEPING

CARRYING A CANDLE

LIFTED

IN SQUARE DOORWAYS WITH LIGHT

THE CANDLE FLOATS TO WHERE FLAT WALL AND TINY FIGURE

DANCING

WHITE

THEN LIFTS TO CEILING

CLOSE WITH SPIRIT GUARDS

SHADOWS OF IRIDESCENT DUST

MURMURING

THICK AFRICAN NECKLACES

THE SURE STEP

STRAIGHT IN GRASS

SPEARS POINTED

GUARDIANS TO LIGHT

FIRE CREATING MAGIC

FINE ELONGATION

NECK, AND FACE

WRINKLED SKIN

PINK AS NEWBORN BABES

WHEN WE TURN OUR FACES INSIDE OUT

CHILD

AGED

THEY MELD AS MERCURY IN MOTION

LOVE

CREATION

SHIMMERS

BLUE DOORWAY THAT WE KNOCK

A CASTLE KEEP

THE MOAT

STILL WATER

YOU FLY PAINTED BIRD WINGS

AS AT CARNIVAL

INTO GREEN LIGHT

CONSTANT DANCE OF TIME

WHERE THE EDGES SPARK

LIKE GLITTER

LONG WINGING TRAVELER

UNRAVELED THREADS OF LIFE

ABOVE STILL WATERS TEAMING

BREAK THE SHELL

FLUFF OUT WINGS AND FLY

GOSSAMER MAID OF NIGHT

GOLD THREAD AND SILVER

RINGED WITH LIGHT

YOU ARE THAT MAID

NO REPTILE

SKELETON

BIRD IN FLIGHT

IN PRIMITIVE SUNS

TIME WHERE THERE WAS ONLY LIGHTNING AND RAIN

EXCITED MOTION

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THE LONG SHAFT AND THE HOLLOW

SPHERE AND ELLIPSE OF NEON AND PINK MERCURY LIGHT

EXTENDED IN TIME

SECONDS FALL LIKE DROPS OF WATER DOWN A STEEP INCLINE

BEDROCK WHERE GROUNDWATER SEEKS LEVEL

PERCOLATING THROUGH SAND AND LIME.

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MIRROR

SMOOTH AS GLASS

WHEREIN THE CALL OF THE VELDT

THE FERTILE CRESCENT

ANIMALS TALK AMONG THEMSELVES AND LAUGH

BRIGHT ORANGE OF MACAW

HUSHED SILENCE OF FOREST FLOOR

TEEMING WITH LIFE.

THE FOREST SPINNING.

PROCREATIVE

LUSH

THE SHAFT AND HOLLOW CIRCLE MATING IN ILLUSION WHERE THE SHADOWS FLICKER.

YOU FEEL YOUR MIND FREED LIKE A BIRD FROM CHAINS

OH

TO FLY

THE ROSE AND PUFFY CLOUD OF SKY WITHIN THE EXPANDED CHASMS OF MY BRAIN

EAT SWEET FRUIT

HEAR THE MUSIC IN THE RAIN

LEAVE THE SHADOWS

pain

FALL, WE STAND TO RISE AGAIN

I DO NOT KNOW THE WORDS OR NAMES

NO WAR

NO HATRED

STRIFE  OR GAMES

IN THE EXTENDED FLOAT THAT CAN BE LIFE

YOU FEEL THE PAIN AND CHOOSE NOT TO

NOT TO BE A PUPPET ON A STRING.

THE SWEET MUSINGS OF THE UNIVERSE HAVE A PLAN.

THERE IS SO LITTLE THAT IS ESSENTIAL OTHER THAN LIFE.

SOME LIVE ONCE AND SOME LIVE TWICE.

FALLING THROUGH YET ANOTHER DOOR.

FOLLOWING A CANDLE ON ITS CALL.

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AND I ROOTLESS FLY

I SEEK THE SOURCE OF LIGHT AND WHERE THE QUARKS FLY BY

VENUS UNMASKED

MAIDEN WITHIN THE SHELL

FOLLOW A CANDLE ON ITS FLIGHT FROM THAT PERSONAL HELL

LIKE A STEAMBATH

           THE FIRST DAY AFTER THE SNOW

PURE WHITE,  SULLIED AND SLUSH

WALKING.

ONE FOOT AFTER THE OTHER.

WE NEED THOSE OTHERS WE CAN TRUST

TRAVELING COMPANIONS

THOSE WE LOVE AND THOSE OTHERS AFTER WHOM WE LUST.

INTO THE MIRROR OF MY MIND

I CROUCH ON HAND AND KNEE TO FIND

WITH CANDLES LIT TO ILLUMINE THE DARK EDGES.

YOU FEEL THE PAIN BUT YOU DON'T KNOW WHY

LOOKING BUT NOT SEEING

YOU HAVE ALL THESE EXCUSES TO JUSTIFY

THE TRUTH IS A DANGEROUS WOMAN

DELILAH

                                 TEMPTRESS

                                                                        CUNT

YOU FEEL YOURSELF FALLING THROUGH SPACE

INTO THAT PLACE WHERE THE FACES SHINE

WIDE-EYED, PINK

THE EDGES OUTLINED WITH GO-GO LIPSTICK

OUR PAST RIPS US UP, AND OUR PRESENT

WE NEED A WINDOW ON ANOTHER DOOR

THE MIRRORED GLASS BENDS IN UPON ITSELF AND FALLS

INTO THE HOLLOW

INTO THE SPHERE

WE WALK AND YET WE FEAR

THE MUSIC OF THE STARS BENDS BACK THESE BARS

THE WET WHITE TASTE OF SNOW

I GO TO WHERE THE SEASONS GO

FOLLOWING THE ILLUSION.

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HOME

I HAVE WANDERED FAR

A LOUVERED DOOR LEFT HALF AJAR

SKATING ON GLASS

THE MIRRORED DOORS WE PASS

SOMETIMES WITH OTHERS

SOMETIMES ALONE

I DO NOT KNOW THE SOURCE OR CALLING

THAT RESTLESS MAKES ME WING TOWARDS HOME.

BETWEEN THE MOUNTAIN'S HORNS

FOLLOWING A SLOPE OF GREEN.

I CALL THE NEW LIGHT

PULLED FROM TERROR AND WARS THAT MEN CREATE

TO FIND MY OTHER

TIED AND CONNECTED THROUGH TIME.

THE UMBILICAL CORD TWISTED.

YOU BITE THE AFTERBIRTH.

CHILD BORNE WITHIN THE DEATH.

THE GREY RUSTLE OF SILK AND CHINTZ

SCENTED, BY TEAROSE AND MUSK.

WANDERLUST LIKE BLOOD.

FLYING OUT.

SEEKING CENTER.

GOING TO WHERE THE SALMON SPAWN

ALWAYS SWIMMING UPSTREAM.

BLANKETING THE WATER WITH SEED, LIKE THE SOFT MANTLE OF SNOW

I DO NOT KNOW

WE ARE EACH THE CHILD CONTAINED WITHIN THE SEED

WE HAVE SUCH EMOTIONS

WE HAVE SO MANY NEEDS

BY QUIET REFLECTION ON THE DUST AND ROAD

PULLED TOWARDS HOME

NOW GO!!!

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THE EDGES OF LIFE WE FLUFF OUT WITH DREAMS

PAINTING IN THE PAINTED SHADOWS

REFLECTED ON THE WALL

IN NEON HUES WHEN TIME SETTLES LIKE A MANTLE

WARM GOLD TONES

IN AMBER, BLOOD OF TREES WEAVE THIS RICH CLOTH

BOARS TEETH STRUNG ON GUT

IN THE CRYSTAL SHADOWS

FOUR DIMENSIONAL LIGHT THAT FALLS AS DREAMS

THE SPIRIT AND THE SHADOW

LIFE CALLED WITH ONCE LIVING THINGS

RATTLING BONES

WITH THE CAVEMAN'S KNELL, WITH CROSSED BONE AND SKULL

TO HOLD THE SILENCE STILL BEFORE THE BATTLE

THE ILLUSION

TIME PRESSED IN UPON ITSELF WITH GEOMETRIC PROGRESSION

AS IN A RACECAR

FLAT

FORWARD

RED

LIKE THAT KISS WHERE YOU BURNT ME

IF WE SLOW UP OR IF TIME SLOWS UP ALONG THIS CONTINUUM  CURVE

REACHING THE CENTER

REACHING THE CORE

ULTRAVIOLET THAT IMPLODES UPON ITSELF

                                                                           THEN THE FALL

IN SNOWFLAKES

NEEDLES OF HEAT

BLANKETS OF COLD

STRETCHED LANGUID AS THE SEA

WARM VAPOUR

PETALS OF ROSE AND THE DULL MURMUR OF BEES

I LIKE A SLEEPWALKER

WITH HALF CLOSED AND OPEN EYES

RANDOM PATHS WE TAKE IN TIME

LIKE A CANDLE TO THE NIGHT

THE SWEET FRAGRANT SIGHT

CONCAVE AND HOLLOW

THE WARM MURMUR FROM WHICH WE COME AND FALL LIKE DROPS OF RAIN

SUNSHOWER FOLLOWED BY A RAINBOW

THE CRY

OUR RETURN

RINGED BY FIRE

MY FACE A SUPPLICANT TO DESIRE

A PICTURE BY REFLECTED HEAT

ALL PRIMARY COLORS AND NEON.

I CALL

MY FACE GLOWING GREEN AGAINST THE COBALT WALL

A KEY

THE DOOR

THE KEY IS HALF BURIED IN OUR STONE

EXCALIBUR

I DRAW                        THE SHINING KNIFE EDGE OF THE SWORD

SWIRLING IN MERLIN'S HAND

ROUND HIS HEAD LIKE LIGHT

THE WHITE SORCERER AND THE CALL

A PILGRIMMAGE TO THE TREE WHERE EVE ONCE TASTED KNOWLEDGE

KNOWLEDGE THAT CAN KILL OR SET US FREE.

LIFE CAN BE HELL

OUR BODIES JAILS

PENITENT, FLAGELLANT OR CHRIST

UNCHAIN US ALL

LIFE IS FOR THE LIVING

CHANGE, NEW ROADS, BEGINNINGS

IN THE DUST OF TRAVEL AND THE RAIN

LIGHTNING, MYTHIC SOURCE OF FIRE AND THE HEATH

WHERE BREAD IS FORMED FROM GRAIN

STONES, FLAT MORTAR GRIND EACH GRAIN TO SAND

YOU LIFT THE SEED TO CLEAR THE CHAFF

RICH MEAT AND STRONG

IT IS OUR STAFF

YOU LIFT YOUR HEAD TO SEE THE SUN

THE ROADS ONE HAS TRAVELED AND WHERE ONE HAS COME

THE SMOKE OF TRAVEL AND THE PAIN

THEY BURN THE DROSS TO STEEL THE WARRIOR WITHIN

LIKE A BRAND

THE PINK SOFT LIPS

TO TOUCH THE SKY

ARCING LIKE A SKYDIVER INTO WARM WATERS

PUMICE AND BASALT ROCK

THE FIRES, PASSAGE AND THE ROAD

IN THE LATERAL DIMENSIONS OF TIME

THAT SPACE WE POSITION ON ALL COORDINATES

VECTORS MEETING AT A POINT OR IN A LINE

THE RIPPLE THAT IS MY MIND

FREEFALL IN THAT WEIGHTLESS OTHER

STILL POOLS AND SUBTERRANEAN MURMURINGS FROM DEEP WELLS, BEGINNINGS

PERCOLATES THROUGH SAND TO THE MARK

CLEANSED BY PASSAGE

GROUND LEVEL IS A START

SPACE IS AN ILLUSION, LIFE IS NOT

MOMENTS STRUNG LIKE BEADS IN A CHILDS NECKLACE

AMBER AND BONE

THE TEETH OF ANIMALS NOW TURNED TO STONE

TO CALL THAT SPIRIT OF LIFE FROM ITS ETERNAL HOME

ROUNDED     PINK     IRIDESCENT

FORM FILLING SPACE

LIPS IN SLOW MOTION BRAND

GOLD THREADS AMONG THE WHITE OF LACE

THE CLEAR AIR WHERE WE HAVE FAR SIGHT

CREATING THE ILLUSION FROM RANDOM THREADS

JET   BEAD   CRYSTAL AND BLOOD

THOSE STOPPING POINTS AS PEGS WHEN WE LOOK BACK TO SEE PAST DIRECTIONS

MARKING PATH CUT THROUGH THE UNDERBRUSH AND BRAMBLE WITH CROSSMARKS CUT INTO BARK

YOU ENVELOP THE SKY WITH YOUR WARMTH

WITH THOSE PINK AND MILK TONES

FLESH, WARM AND FRAGRANT FILLING OUT THE BONES

WE EACH WALK TOGETHER OR ALONE

AS SOCIAL BEINGS WE FILL UP THIS EARTH THAT IS OUR HOME WITH OUR RADIANCE AS JEWELS

MALE MELDING INTO FEMALE

THE TWO AS ONE

IN ONE

THE FINE LINE BETWEEN RUIN AND TREASURE BURIED       SOUGHT

BUOYS MARK WHERE THE GALLEON THAT PLUMBS THE DEPTHS IS FOUND

I HAVE PLUMBED THE DEPTHS OF MY EMOTIONS AND THE HEIGHTS

IN THE SQUARE RIGGING OF SAILS TAUT BEFORE WIND AND STORM

I SET TILL AND RUDDER ON UNCHARTED SEAS FOR UNKNOWN LANDS

ATLANTIS SUNKEN, PLOWED WITH SALT

WASHED FREE BY TEARS AND STRUGGLE

I AM A SURVIVOR WITH DEEP ROOTS

I FOLLOW THE CALLING OF AN UNKNOWN MUSE

PAN PIES AND REED FLUTES AWAKEN THE SUN TO ITS COURSE

SETTING SAIL BY THE NORTH STAR TO WHERE THE SQUARE EDGE OF THE EARTH FALLS OFF

INTO NOTHINGNESS

I SEEK NEW LANDS, FLESHY, LIKE A WATERLILY'S POD

FOLLOWING A CANDLE TO THE NIGHT

the wax melting

POOLS OF LIGHT SOFTENING THE HARD EDGES

DAY RUNNING INTO DAY LIKE WATER

THE ESTUARY TEEMING WITH LIFE

SALT MINGLED WITH THE FRESH

UNDERBRUSH FOR WHERE THE BIRDS HOME FROM THEIR MIGRATION STOP TO NEST

SEEKING WORM AND LIVING THING TO FEED

AND I, IN MY WOMANHOOD I HAVE THESE NEEDS

MY CURVES AND SECRET PLACES FRAGRANT AND PERFUMED

I HOLD OUT MY JEWL

THE BLUE VEINS LIKE LACE AGAINST THE WHITE

BREASTS ROUNDED LIKE A DRINKING CUP

YOU TASTE

FINE AND RICH RED WINE

THE LINGERING SCENT OF MULBERRIES, SWEET AND TART

AND I AM TART AND ANGEL, VIRGIN AND WHORE

SOMEONE'S SISTER AND THE GIRL NEXT DOOR

CLOSING MY EYES TO SEE CLEARER WITH THAT INNER GUIDE

I RIDE THE FREEWAY OR I DIE

THIS PILGRIMAGE THAT WE CALL LIFE

IF IT DOESN'T KILL YOU IT CAN BE SO NICE

CAPRICIOUS

FICKLE

LIKE A LOVER WITH A FEATHER, BITING HARD OR SOFT IN PLAY

UNTIL YOU LAUGH OR GIGGLE

I DO NOT KNOW THE ANSWERS

I DO NOT EVEN KNOW THE RIDDLES

DIGGING ROOT INTO RICH BROWN LOAM

NURTURING AS A WOMAN

THIS EARTH, IT IS OUR HOME

MY MIND FLIES OUT, MY SPIRIT , TOO

ONE NEEDS A STRONG BASE FROM WHICH TO GROW

COURAGE AND CONVICTION

STRENGTH TO STAND ALONE

TO WALK AWAY FROM THOSE WHO WOULD MAKE YOU THEIR VICTIM

WE ALL DIE FOR OUR SINS

IT IS SO MUCH HARDER TO LIVE FOR OUR STRENGTHS

SOMETIMES WITH OTHERS

SOMETIMES ALONE

THIS SHELL THAT IS OUR HOUSE

THIS BODY THAT IS MY HOME

in this passage this time around

I AM LIKE THE IRIS, ONE SPLITS THE BULB TO SOW THE SEED

EACH FRAGMENT BEARING FLOWER

I WATCH THE MARCH OF SECONDS MARK THE HOUR

AND IF I DREAM, MY DREAMS TAKE FLOWER

PUSHING THROUGH DARK EARTH TO THE LIGHT

I WISH TO WALK THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MIRROR

THE SILVER GLASS

THAT NEBULOUS AND FORMLESS PAST BEFORE TIME HAD REMEMBRANCE OR COURSE

THE SMOKE THAT CLOUDS MY EYES

A MOMENT, YET I STEP OUTSIDE

SPINNING LIKE A GYROSCOPE

MAINTAINING BALANCE, YET FLYING OUT

COMPRESSED MOTION

COMPRESSED TIME

THERE ARE NO REASONS, THERE ARE ONLY RHYMES

I UNVEIL MY EYES

DYING, YET AGAIN

I FOLLOW A CANDLE ON ITS FLIGHT

THE SHADOWS ARE TERROR IN THE NIGHT

FORMLESS AND VAGUE

TERRORS ONE MUST FACE AND BRAVE WITHIN THE EXTENDED RIDDLE

I AM A VOYAGER ON UNCHARTED SEAS

A RIPPLE IN THE WATER

A MOMENT IN THE DREAM

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OUTSIDE THE ILLUSION

LOVE NO DELUSION

OUR EXTENDED BLOOD, OUR FAMILY

WIND CHIMES TOUCH IN PRAYER

THE RIOTOUS COLOURS OF DAWN

FUCHSIA PINK AZALEA CLUSTERED

VIOLETS AT THE EDGE OF LAWN WHERE ONLY WILD THINGS GROW

I MAKE DRESSES OF PETAL INLAID PETAL LEFT IN AWE

WHEN MAGIC MAID RESILIENT WALKED THE FIRST FLOWERS

PUSHING THROUGH THE GRAY OF WHAT IS LEFT OF WINTER'S SNOW

REACHING TOES BENEATH THE CLOAK OF ENGLISH LAWN

RESILIENT CARPET, FLESHY, STRONG

WE BREAK OUTSIDE OUR SHELLS TO GROW

SOMETIMES QUICKLY, SOMETIMES SLOW

ALL THAT MATTERS IS THAT WE GO

SPINNING FREE IN SPACE, WE NEED LIFELINES

JET PACKS LIKE BUCK RODGER

WONDER WOMAN, FIGHTING WARRIOR, WORK TO SAVE, PRESERVE OUR SONS AND DAUGHTERS

WE ARE HUMAN MORTALS

HOMO SAPIENS, A THINKING RACE

THAT DAY IN SPRING WHEN OVERTAKEN BY THE MAGIC OF WILD GERANIUMS

FIVE PETALS AMIDST THE IVY AND CANOPY OF TREES UNFURLING BUDS, ONCE DORMANT

REACHING FOR THE DANCE CONTAINED THAT LIVING BRINGS

you take nourishment from deep roots, holding ground and moisture

DANDELIONS LAUNCH PARACHUTES CONTAINING FRUIT AND SEED

AND SO WE TRAVEL

LIFE IS AN UNKNOWN MARVEL

ONE PASSES THROUGH THE PORTAL

PAIN, DELUSION      MELTING AS SNOW

ICICLES FEED WATERFALLS AND MOUNTAIN STREAMS

WE EACH PASS THROUGH TORTURES WE CREATE

THE HARDEST THING IS LETTING GO

THERE IS REASON IN THE UNIVERSAL FLOW

A SPECK OF ALL WE HOLD WITHIN

WE CAN DIVE INTO WHITE WATERS WHERE THE MUSIC SINGS

FLOWING EVER TOWARDS THAT SEA

OF SALT AND SEAWEED

BASALT ROCKS, GRAY GRANITE FLECKED WITH MICA, MOLLUSK AND CORAL CRUST

BY GREAT HEAT AND MOLTEN FIRES, THE SCARS OF PASSAGE, WINGS UNTESTED

WE EACH CHANGE

SCULPTED BY VULCAN AND DESIRES

I WALK TO WHERE THE SEASONS GO

THOSE HUSHED PLACES WHEN IN WONDER WE LAY BACK AND KNOW

FLYING OUT

seeking center

IN ORGANZA DRAPED AS CLOUDS

LIFE IS THE LIGHTS THAT FLICKER ON AND OFF

YOU WALK THE UNDERBRUSH TO THE POND WHERE REEDS OF CATTAIL AND RUSH

WEAVE THE WHEAT STRAW BARRIER

WATERS WHERE DUCK AND SWAN CIRCULATE AROUND

WITH FLUFFY GOSLING THAT THEY TEACH TO FLY

BY A QUIET PLACE WHERE FRESH WATER RAN INTO SALT

EACH DROP CASCADING IN THE FALL

SMALL WATERS JOIN THE ALL

WATER, HEATED, FLIES TO THE SKY

WE JOIN THE CLOUDS, REFORM AS RAIN

FROM SEA TO SKY TO GREEN AND LIVING THINGS

YOU WALK ABOVE ON BRIDGES OF WEATHERED PLANK

IN THE ESTUARY HARBORING AND CREATING LIFE

YOU SEE THE FRESH REJOIN ITS SOURCE

THE SHIFTING SEA FLOOR UPWELLING, CREATING CONTINENTS, NEW FORMS OF LIFE

BLIND GENIUS FORCING EVOLUTION

THE RANDOM PROBABILITY OF OUR BEGINNINGS

ON THE SEVENTH DAY WE SAVOR OUR CREATION

WALKING BENEATH THE CANOPY OF TREES

WILD STAND WITH LEAF CARPET DECAYING TO BEGIN AGAIN

LACE VEINING WHERE ONCE WAS LIVING THINGS

THE SKELETAL SUPPORT OF THOSE CELLS THAT TOOK NURTURE FROM THE SUN

REACHING AS A BABE TO NURSE

TURNING TO FACE THE SUN

WE REACH TOWARDS LIFE

FIRES INSIDE BURN

THE FLAT HEAT OF THE SUMMER CAN SCORCH THE GROUND

WITHOUT NURTURE AND THAT BALANCE

WHAT WE CREATE AND SEND, LIKE A BOOMERANG COMES ROUND

CREATING RICH TAPESTRY AND LUSH FULL SOUND

OUR DREAMS AND ASPIRATIONS FOR OURSELVES AND OTHERS WHEN WE SLOW OUR MINDS TO HEAR

THE SUN AWAKING THE BIRDS TO SONG

MOISTURE CLINGING TO THE GROUND AND LAWN

SO WE, AS THE FAMILY OF MAN, WE GUARD AND NURTURE

PLANT GREEN THINGS TO FEED, HOLD MOISTURE AND SOIL TO THE LAND, AWAKEN SEEDS

CREATING A RICHNESS WHERE ONCE WAS DESERT

AND IN THE YEAR OF JUBILEE WE STAND COMPLETE AND FULL

THE FLUFF OF FEATHER DRIED

WE FLY

DIVING INTO THE STILL WATERS

POOL

ANOTHER WORLD REFLECTED FROM DEEP SHADOWS, COOL

PROJECT OUTSIDE

WHAT WE SEE WITHIN OUR MINDS WE FIND

FREEDOM

NESTING

BUILDING LIFE TOGETHER

CARING

HOME                FROM THE MIGRATION

LONG SHAFT AND THE HOLLOW

SPHERE AND ELLIPSE

NEON AND PINK MERCURY LIGHT

EXTENDED IN TIME

SECONDS FALL

DROPS OF WATER

DOWN A STEEP INCLINE

BEDROCK

WHERE GROUNDWATER

SEEKS

LEVEL

PERCOLATING THROUGH SAND AND LIME

the other side of the mirror

smooth as glass

IN THE CALL OF THE WILD

FERTILE CRESCENT

ANIMALS TALK AMONG THEMSELVES AND LAUGH

BRIGHT ORANGE OF MACAW

HUSHED SILENCE OF THE FOREST FLOOR

TEEMING WITH LIFE

THE FOREST SPINNING

PROCREATIVE

LUSH

SHAFT AND HOLLOW CIRCLE MATING IN ILLUSION

WHERE SHADOWS FLICKER

YOU FEEL YOUR MIND FREED AS A BIRD FROM CHAINS

OH TO FLY

ROSE AND PUFFY CLOUD OF SKY

WITHIN THE EXPANDED CHASMS OF MY BRAIN

EAT SWEET FRUIT

HEAR THE MUSIC IN THE RAIN

LEAVE THE SHADOWS PAIN

FALL

WE STAND TO RISE AGAIN

NO WAR NO HATRED STRIFE OR GAMES

IN THE EXTENDED FLOAT OF DREAMS THAT CAN BE LIFE

YOU FEEL THE PAIN AND CHOOSE NOT TO

NOT TO BE A PUPPET ON A STRING

THE SWEET MUSINGS OF THE UNIVERSE HAVE A PLAN

THERE IS SO LITTLE THAT IS ESSENTIAL

OTHER THAN LIFE

SOME LIVE ONCE

SOME LIVE TWICE

FALLING THROUGH YET ANOTHER DOOR

FOLLOWING A CANDLE ON ITS CALL

I ROOTLESS FLY

I seek the source of light

where quarks fly by

AS VENUS UNMASKED

maiden within the shell

FOLLOW A CANDLE FROM THAT PERSONAL HELL

A STEAM BATH

PURE WHITE, SULLIED AND SLUSH

WALKING

ONE foot after the other

WE NEED THOSE OTHERS WE CAN TRUST


TRAVELING COMPANIONS

Those we love and those after whom we lust

INTO THE MIRROR OF my MIND

I crouch on hand and knee to find

with candle lit

to illumine the dark edges

YOU FEEL THE PAIN BUT YOU DON’T KNOW WHY

looking but not seeing

THE TRUTH IS A DANGEROUS WOMAN

DELILAH

TEMPTRESS

CUNT

you feel yourself falling through space

into that place where the faces shine

WIDE-EYED

PINK

the edges outlined with go-go lipstick

OUR PAST RIPS US UP

and our present

We need a window on another door

The mirrored glass bends in upon itself and falls

into the hollow.

into the sphere.

WE WALK

WE FEAR

MUSIC OF THE STARS

BENDS BACK THESE BARS

WET WHITE TASTE OF SNOW

I GO TO WHERE THE SEASONS GO

FOLLOWING THE ILLUSION

I have wandered far

a louvered door left half ajar

skating on glass

these mirrored doors we pass

sometimes with others

sometimes alone

I DO NOT KNOW THE SOURCE OR CALLING

RESTLESS

MAKES ME WING

TOWARDS

HOME

between the mountains horns
following a slope of green

I CALL THE NEW LIGHT

PULLED FROM TERROR

the WARS THAT MEN CREATE

to find my other

TIED

connected through time

umbilical cord twisted

YOU BITE THE AFTERBIRTH

child borne within the death

GREY RUSTLE OF SILK AND CHINTZ

SCENTED, BY TEA ROSE AND MUSK

WANDERLUST

ENGORGED BY BLOOD

flying out

seeking center

GOING to where the salmon spawn

always swimming upstream

BLANKETING WATER WITH SEED

a soft mantle of snow

I do not know

WE ARE EACH CHILD CONTAINED WITHIN THE SEED

WE HAVE SUCH EMOTIONS

WE HAVE SO MANY NEEDS

BY QUIET REFLECTION

ON THE DUST AND ROAD

now go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

edges of life we fluff out with dreams

Painting in the painted shadows reflected on a wall

(our the(Y)ourselves, others, the past, a dream)

IN NEON HUES WHEN TIME SETTLES

a MANTLE

WARM GOLD TONES IN AMBER

piney blood of prehistoric trees

WEAVE THIS RICH CLOTH

SOLID

A UNIVERSE’s

TEARS

BOARS TEETH STRUNG ON GUT

IN THE CRYSTAL SHADOWS

FOUR DIMENSIONAL

LIGHT FALLS AS DREAMS

spirit and the shadow

life called with once living things

RATTLING BONES

WITH THE CAVEMAN’S KNELL

CROSSED BONE AND SKULL

TO HOLD THE SILENCE STILL BEFORE THE BATTLE

the illusion

time pressed in upon itself as a racecar

flat

forward

RED

THAT KISS WHERE YOU BURNT ME

I call

space we position on all co-ordinates

vectors meeting

a point

a line

RIPPLE THAT IS MY MIND

freefall

in that

weightless

other