LOVE DESTINY

Together

oh float again

into that night we died,

the solitary moment

at the axis of two lives,

live full

and live again

the night our hearts combined

Two notes coupling

sounding into one

out from, 

and back into the dark

so complete a cancellation,

it makes reminiscence hard—

thinking backward,

to a time of separate, falling stars

to the garden,

to the raining arrows,

to the hunting and the mist

Yeah, leap again into that moment

where our souls fatally aligned

we are two mirrors

and between us:

one fire infinitely multiplied

Amid the stirred clawing in fog,

in desire,

and in fatigue

I felt your face and suddenly:

felicity

as clear as the day now I can see

a higher guide delivered me to thee

we are one in one another's destiny

said full,

and said again,

I'm simply set to love you

You're also set to love me too

A Miraculous extract

Kissed by the first light of day,

we can meet awake,

totally born new,

to see the whole world's image

shown in every drop of dew

Entirely alive!

we are not at all deprived,

by magic

I receive the message—

far from parades,

our hearts no longer stolen away,

by magic

I receive the message—

NUTRIPHONY

I

Of the archway suspended at our center, we cultivate an unobstructed entrance to unlimited capacity. The absolute openness of our gate will be decorated by a sound from the dark. Unable to point at a surface upon which to lay blames, this sound will sustain purely. Extricated from origin, it rings out; uncrossed by identifications.

II

Seedling is a pressure-cooker to the catalogs of history. Each expresses softly outward with swear to propagation, they perfume supple mists over earth raked by need. The promise of the mouth: “feed most deeply and in turn be widely spread.”

III

To levitate the entire vehicle, the ears command balance. Hear the higher worlds by their facility and climb their ladder. 

Nutrient: Food ingredient which sustains life

Chakra: Energy portal fixed at one of the body’s many centers

Harmony: Balance

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It was from the title first which every song was sung. Each projectile carved into birth among the named before its throwing, and never simply into nothing. Because if named, then even Sky may not be ever free from the clarifying indications. No unshatterable directive would precede the name of the thing-to-be and the works are initiated thus; both builder and surveyor await the signal. They wait for the word.

At early morning greater bells than all have held repeat to wake me. Children repudiate the alarm, but age permits an almost total acceptance. The ringing breathes into everything with reach more inward than family, farther out than color, than time.

Like all the rest, I rise simply at the chiming; just to get to setting stones. Day soon more aptly Year and these, monument each of archways, come to be. At last, each time, a relief bore into the crowning brick to consecrate the purpose of the structure’s standing. Our work.

In a structure, parameter is imposed on pure form, on raw space in the flow. All who build (we all do) sense an intimation of the service of their building. The building is an offering of form to the formless. Offering at once a curse both laid and lifted. The bestowal of walls is dual: protection and entrapment.

As such, Word is a construction not unlike our vaulted archways. Under the buttresses of language, nameless things are given skin. Theirs are bodies that swarm in expression while fixed to the world of surface. They dance in two dimensions. 

Their singing buried but heard in quiet: “In definition is foundation to confinement!”

PAIN ALIVE

That bell will ring

just once and with the curtains of my fight,

behind the ring

some days I pray we'd remain entwined

for ever in all time,

and this is why

once you've teased your leave,

I become my most afraid,

‘til angelically placed over me,

I sense your hand's again been laid

If we at last

find all out from your torture path,

with bodies clean

and in total ease,

then you are like Fire Himself:

the day you go so surely too all else.

My faith says this is true,

that thus all breath and grace are given rise

thanks all to even fearsome thought of you:

sweet sign that I'm alive

as to life's dawn cling the shadows,

which shape themselves over the planes,

like passing clouds is pain

HELD STILL FOR ALWAYS 

Like crystal, like teeth, 

speech trace the shape of the skull.

encircle with tails aglow, 

not like the great halos

or the wonderful rainbows,

but more that at the sun angled rim

of a mega black lid.

And out,

with undue tongue and fattened eye,

we go fighting by the night.

I grate my fist on cracked cement!

guarantee the wounded let out loudly, 

to the screaming of the rushes no relent.

yes,

Truly most often,

company is held via chainlink of choices

so I ignite my attention and shush all of their voices

And ride far

through the meshes,

like a pixelated nymph

with disclaim to the paint and the glint

All lost to there so softly,

shade by shade,

so wholly gone,

in this silence—

held still for always