stand We firm
upon the graves
of Elders and Brethren
who pray’d and stretch’d
each day
towards Blue Heaven
towards Nightfall’s twinkling eyes
ere their footholds
were drown’d by Rainfall’s bender
or shear’d by bellowing Air
or Time’s final blessing
from time’s weaning
to Eden
to redwood saplings
to when Everest was but a plain with child
to when clouds cry’d into Atlantic canyons
to when a candle yawn’d and stretch’d
and marry’d Night with Day
Oh, yes
We were there
portrait of our memories
ever maturing
blown from deepest Nothingness
to birth Everything
to casting my own shadow
upon green flesh
breaking ground
till leafless gray
groom’d my breathless limbs
for others to shelter
for inquiring minds to nourish
at my newest splendor
I am at home
but then the haze be sever’d
without tocsin
bleeds out the vision
evaporates its memory
till outside my sleep
a spark in distant time
bethinks that same place
where I’ve never been
or have I?
sometime else?
Flame slowly
blear’d by her umbrage
her final song a miracle
to enslav’d orbs
while Jersey Shore dreams
of tomorrow’s birthday
