Monthly Archives: December 2010

Division

it is not enough to be only bones – cold and slowly become dust:                   the grandeur of decay is not enough, waiting in rooms       encrusted with the gems of empty years and it is not enough – not any more … Continue reading

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Conduit

the stillness was an emerald charge       suspended bodily over the frame: so many shattered pines                   stand vigil, hold back night                   awakened fiber-nets spread crisply, in the flash the rippled leap across the gaps there was something missing,             blown clear by … Continue reading

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Solstice

the way you glittered in the light of lights:       a twilight robe embracing you with hands of ruby quartz deliberate and glazed and                   finding it, the poles diminished             turned the stone into a planar glow – your eyes embedded touch … Continue reading

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Box of Pulsing Glass

slumber comes to rake the lungs back – tremble now, the fangs inside of cages the hollow blue of images on paper screens                         ever rising       to depleted hearts recalling from tripartite speech, the granite sparks,       electrifies a tendency of unknown … Continue reading

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Bend It White

Somnolence is arboring the ever-silent shell. Inside the gilded vaults the glare retreats before the water’s press, and azure planets spin the axes down to level pasture. Bend it white – the light drips through the lens. Flesh glosses red. … Continue reading

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Skin the New Day

the dawn is breaking             like the tiger fever or unseen transmissions from headlights       in the arbored lane the frightened particles attach regression happens             like a wave of castles, only faster       trial of the light, trading years for longer seconds – … Continue reading

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Transmigration

tracings on distended flesh –      diminishing all the clues of context and unprepared garments washed in garnet, this is the seed                of newer growth           inside the cleanroom you are not similar           more than less bundled into      stacks of atoms sacks … Continue reading

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