there
is forever unreachable
so too here
nowhere we remain

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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 an ars poetica (ii)

neither wait
nor expectation
rather vigilance

toward an ars poetica (i)

words fluttering
against the glass

toward a definition of beauty (iii)

no birds crumpled
tissue floating
in the toilet

toward a definition of beauty (ii)

the moon
is never
difficult

corners (ii)

infinity
does not
always
need to
extend

corners (i)

almost forgotten
corners attest
that space too
can be humble

 

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