towards the flat end of the sky

wide open
long lasting
heart pointed in your direction moments like these are
like


flying skyward in
smooth silence
through clouds pulsing the sky

.

thermal tounament

To the vastness and truth
of who we are

I wait in an
unfolding now blue sky
warm born inside
as early spring

 light comes down through  the gaps
amid this morning  like silence
through the high windows cut out of light
Inside the constant embrace  
wonderful
aren't  you

thoughts that are
where a heart  belongs
bring memory to space, sparrows and time




.-

Cesarean Escape

All the smile
where
bodies made of bone flesh and air

 lip touch the sky


fall fruit fall
fall fruit fall

.

.

yellow grey black

My heart is
a duct of ever flowing tears

a slow squeezed pillow
cloud
dissolving itself
into the sea

in dark space
curled back
seeping forever


.


.

vulnerianism

to circle round
like a balloon

in the quiet space between
words

 In world
 blind wind
 with  birds
 dawn and camouflage


.

without in one syllable

once upon a time without words
eagles flew above the herds


 -

space

 


space
has a voice

like the full moon passing over calm needles of light

its full voice
full  in once empty arms
 through wind
 over frosted grass




a lullaby
 a wish

Missing  is trying to remember


..

Seven

daylight caught in the summer as
words

oozing across the screen
broken into emotion remnants

all the right words where they ever are
even into proto words

brush a thistle together and form me

,,
 

Money, I'm Sorry

streaming in two
open doors, and
It’s all happening


all I begin
alls fall from my mouth
as the moon cries because
its gone with the
glow core of its eternal rockets


reflect O thirst
sun spread

It's all daydreams
like the sign trying to
escape its flashing lights



..

Her eyes said guess

as daylight causes summer words

as countless un
frozen forms

forms forming from
inside two golden mirrors

wear all out what they actually are

and there are no crimes
in loving in a selfless way

and that's what you want in a poem
so it doesn't have life




.

The control of awesome powers

resembling
thought into thoughts
echoing off alabaster
played back in time



The  reassembly of  precious current...
mind forever Things
now even have things


into pick up and move mountains
or into two pieces
or  the gift of memory

seen through
circles of time

..

tonto rides again part 3

a rain on
my head
curves down its surface
into little hearts and minds
pure
electrically
because
but still wanting in mystery

a call telling
to love yourself from
deep below the flowers
pushing up through dreams that seem
sweet and
worthy of life  


'