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When first taste
my tongue did touch
so entangled with the scent
of blossoms ripe and telluric
transfixed within the sweet
intoxication of new worlds
until a dissonant piquance
did sour my hunger
and orient my sense
towards a bitter resolve
riding flamingos to the moon
my joy is momentary
we asphyxiate in the vacuum of space
what ever made me think that this was possible?
an abiding faith in the benevolence of the universe?
I don’t often go out on a limb
but I find myself there more often than not
a fateful paradox…
assuming we were ever on a similar wavelength
which I know now seems unfathomable
now that I have scared you up in your tree
and you can only gesture in rote semaphore
as we sometimes do
the tunes of desperate but deliberate survival
and from within the comfort of living rooms
that long dreaded feeling of safety emerges
A tale of green and purple
of growth and decay
pulsing and turning in darkness
becoming all that is
transforming into dust
the heart’s yearnings
stormy movements of heaven and earth
touching all too briefly
a flash of light
a drop of water
and then a season of ice
we forget …
With hands most guided, seldom letting go
seldom with abandon to the other
We rarely visited
that place in-between where there is neither me nor you
where some other light shines through
and bathes us in its glow
That is where it wanted us to go.
Dark Matter as past
extra dimensional echo
of what is seen
echo of all pasts
simultaneous
concentric
invisible
but for a whisper trail
back to origin
mind’s eye
