death wail
for a moment silence
holds its note
April 2017
autumn tones
kākāriki alight
evergreens
a death knell
gonging in outer lives
going on
"tree" . . .
the one two inches
behind your eyes
dying day . . .
libraries of words
shed their flesh
birth-breath
year after year
deeper yet
deepening night . . .
my I wretch-wrestling with
(my God!) my God
bones in me
flesh-filled
for presence
blear-blind . . .
rain-dropping sun
smears the text
half a moon
night came and went:
the fourth day
dying echo
my spirit slipstreams
his wake
first light skating a razor edge
such vision
almost the moon
in absence
fetid with life
beauty festers with
retracted claws
unfurl within me
fern-scrolls of prophecy
chanting light
white noise . . .
my timeline converges
in ever-now
navigating
the tip of an iceberg
another
sleeper bus
my anima held
in suspense
night prayer
a whisper of moths
without light
metro train
all heads bowed before
separate screens
fleeting light
this rosetta stone
of contact
my child's eyes
bursting at the seams
with silence
ewection win
evewyday now
is Apwil Fools