so boundless
the sound of my words
without me
June 2015
moonless night
my childhood takes on
sepia tones
before it's
pinned to its name
a butterfly
at the edge
of its stillness
a mantis
a night wind
bloated with endless space
gnaws on each word
burred song
a fricative trill
on the wing
half moon blues —
parsing yin and yang
on a pond
half moon light —
darkness still at odds
with itself
deep-sea molluscs astride iceberg dreams
cavelike
silence awaits
its words
sealed by blood
the torn hymnal folds
of sunset
after night
the vacuity
of blue sky
Latinating
the Heimlich manoeuvre
to death
before
morning glory
limit of sky
end-tide
mudflat detritus
scenting dreams
winter bleakness —
a hunter-gatherer
prowls the aisles
tonight
light as it was
before it was
night-smothered
a diver gasping for straws . . .
the chill air
each puffball
of expiration
word for word
day-crack
light in breath-stop
mist a-stir
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