there
is forever unreachable
so too here
nowhere we remain
of gods
it would seem
that some gods
are violent gods
others frivolous gods
and many
not gods at all
sure we dream
of a world
in which all gods
would be peaceful
caring gods
but we are part
of the world
as are the gods
and so it is not
for us to choose
the divine
but to recognize
and accept it
no matter
how difficult
especially when
it appears anything
but divine
martyr
neither fire
nor ash
but something akin
to the gaze
cleansed
of even the holy
seeking
other than light
borne aloft
by the earth’s embrace
toward a definition of beauty (iii)
no birds crumpled
tissue floating
in the toilet
fallen…
fallen in a heap
words as useless
as any other
desire its form
luminous
shadow vanished
in the sun
for s.p.
seeking light
seeking light
the surrounding dark
does not embrace
but cedes to itself
finding refuge within
the centre
displaced
some proclaim
that they are
the centre
while unaware
of its place
the centre itself
never says a word
for r.d.s.
toward a definition of beauty
a snowflake
free of even the slightest breeze
will still not fall straight
somewhere
somewhere
buried under the snow
an old tennis ball
and somewhere
buried the jaw
which grasped it
somewhere
buried deep
what was once joy