Felt like oxygen

being  eating
a world worthy of laughter
and a cry
blissful as boredom
painted in soft light



.

Between Mountains

across the cool ivory bed of salt
wearing the uniform of grammar
sunshine flows over depth and distance
love poems that once were still
in faint whispers 
brush into the evenings long reach
and fade into an ocean of space



...

Slipping Still Silent

withering playfully into
impostors
flawlessly mechanical and efficient
like the ancient art of letters
rubbing our shadows off walls
mind gliding hill sweeping
heels slip sweating

the skin
this inherited reality
writes in its own language
writing in each other like the
flowers growing in your blood


...
..

Her smile

as stars walk behind clouds

Her soul speaks to me
in the silence of a distant moon.


 ..

night's eyes

and we disappear, farther
farther
into night's eyes
giving softly to
this moment
saturating into shadow

..

My Soul holds me down here

Machine phrased paused by infinite
breath I stand here
and can't tell space from sound
as if water
with its gentle violence
lands in the way

just like here
my words for god
as if we never looked
each other in the eyes

all threaded together the same
without anything to long for

..

skeleton problem

asleep
in a tuft of fonts
staring out at my own eyes
year after year
without spring
to will
the dead alive

as midnight drives you
to the corner of each eye
the one I love to keep
the night
from falling
asleep


...
.

each moment has a name

wait,
it will be a day like this
a turning of the stars
meeting themselves
each moment full
silenced into music

.
...
..

woven

.
the scent of being
the wholly imaginary
gaze I see makes sense
bright patterned
Of unimaginable beauty
Love does not pretend
as real as this fast and black
falling in front
of the moon


..

after words

A cool justice brought by morning
and the nostalgia of one day at a time

After thinking about it
I can't say I miss you making me cry.

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Under the day's care we lay
together in broken sunlight
and calmly embrace its innocence
sharing in dreams awoken by birds

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on an island with electronic waves
in the magnetic fire at the top of the earth
  
seen within the wind
soft tears as old as particles
saying
my heart didn't fit in your heart


..