a blue moon absorbed in singularity
April 2015
all at sea
the moon and I triangulate
the absent
rusting leaves—
I hear the static
of my absence
dark rain—
an ache of worms
inch for me
my child!
red ochre stensils
such hands
threadbare words—
a chill wind bites
into autumn
haiku stone—
a lichened epitaph
sketched from life
between dates
the dashes that once
had meaning too
empty words become me
birdsong
where words end
once spent
weathered nude—
the sculptor hidden
in no sound
autumn tide—
how long is language
on the way back?
lingering sleep—
blossoms endure
through all this
russet leaves—
a dream in spring
awakens
o lifeblood moon!
you desevour undividering
attractension
all this
what is it
the word
autumn tones—
panning eternity
from all this
leaf fall
head over heels
with the mundane
autumn light . . .
outlines of life blur
at the edges
almost full
this rite of passage
by moonlight
crushed down
the olive branch
of sonship
bread and wine—
this becoming of all
that is broken
immersed
in clear water
my feet
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