Sunday, March 13, 2016


Providing a format with which I can render these pages obsolete of blank space.
In order to prise the gemstone from the talons of those to whom we're enslaved.
Into dinosaur chrism on the gleaming plates under the sun most of all laved for.
To provide formulations which may become tender again ages away even if late.
Showing how light reveals stolen battalions for those silent wombs we've craved.
Introducing legion blind and storming through the last open gates we aimed for.
To prize formations in which we must succumb to the woven cages sent our way.
In ordinary schisms it is the chosen battle bastion quickly razor split and halved.
That introduces entities to binding states of complicated thoroughgoing enmity.
Inducted often as sins to be tasted only to attempt escape and get drained again.
Instruments inspect our destiny of tightropes driven away in sun glycerin motes.
Seeking wren notes pinned to the arm of some instructing men sent to be tested.
To cope with an ounce of grit while surviving a rudimentary command of doors.
Opened by dawn's insular gliding while awaiting noteworthies to end all armies.
An insurrection bent on destroying crops with a trounce of ill lit understanding. 
Hopeless over cities having to sever blocks from all such suddenly untied knots.
Having winnowed out of it can't be an option again when learning how to comb.
The fish wed out from our beards as provincial hens transform into clean guests. 
From recourse to providence shining O be a friend in our quests to scar the page.

Friday, February 27, 2015


Past the breakdown of the bicameral eye into a jewel dropout.
All the droplets fall as if they were all too happy to do so even.
Without gravity to aid the mutual alignment of all the remaining.
Creatures on Earth each one here exclusively in our own domain.
Sharing our individual universes with each other interlaced.
Repelled embraced unfathomed because it's still going on strong.
This here reality appears as a symphony believe me I've seen it.
And I'm listening to its strange refrains even now as I write this.
The weeping curtain of diamonds falls in loose girdles like rain.
Outside my window just one of many filtered lenses on a chain.
Like a rosary trying to balance its own perspective as it spills.
Through hands caressing its beads to snap taut against the anchor.
Waking up to the chill of morning with every last gem spent.
Look into the crystal and imagine the music emanating from it.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015


A crucible of knowledge replicates from one man's solitary diary. 
Understandings are innately acquired from over long distances.
Filtered sunlight reflects serene off a series of alternating mirrors.
Nodal torch points of the Matriculation align themselves over time.
Networks of quasars help synchronize active galaxies universewide. 
Paradise arrives before our eyes after colonizing us from the inside. 
Hell breaks out around us when we find ourselves on any lost cause. 
To be found is to realize we are here at the exact center of creation. 
Awakening from the sleep of the dead often triggers disorientation.
The ghostly real world blurs behind our shuttering facade of factories.
With inexplicable rapidity the self replicating planet corrupts into slag.
Fated to become yet another asteroid belt embedded with human DNA.