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Volcano
open wounds
be it once a year
or once an eon
so long as my veins
swell and burst and overflow
so too will th’ Earth
taste th’ air
so too will other life
be bless’d with breath
Kyodo
Home
no drawbridge
no moat
no lofty ramparts
no defensive army
simple…
but it’s My Castle
Love Seat
Tempest
spells of infernal debate
as half-bred sheep bleating
temper’d scorch
joust furiously for Celestial Harem
all unsted suitors rout’d
into rabid stampede
hear th’ unholy choir from the Post?
souls of afterdeath scourg’d
unmercifully
their waxes perspiring to infinite
swarms of disharmony
even towards the self?
Runway
Flock Watcher
not of my feather
daydream on an open perch
and you will be mine
Puerto Nuevo
Flower with Parasol
stroller in bloom
with her garden folk
soaking up
the freshness
the beauty
‘neath th’ eyes
of a fair day
flaunting
her showy threads
her modern freedom
she’s at home
and looking good
Basil Lovers
Forecast?
a dromedary I’ve become
on what’s left
of ice and sea
‘twas this another cycle
by Nature’s hand?
or by industry
and a turbulent cloud
by covetous ancients
who cared only
for their own lifetime?
Wordless Wednesday
Time
for Itself…
slower than Silence
never born
never dying
hatching
virgin Emptiness
to fire and rock
to breast-feeding seas
to roots and lungs
till all becomes ash
fertilizing
hatching
fortuitous Newness
but
for Us…
faster than Light
