LOOMinescence
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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
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?
Flock Watcher
not of my feather
daydream on an open perch
and you will be mine
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?
Day
a rib
from a cage of Night
borrow’d
cast
into the breath of Stars
a Sun to birth
and bridge th’ Eternal Clock
‘twixt Dusk and Dawn
Fervor
condens’d our heats
so oestrual surfaces hardly themselves
touch’d
though touch’d hardly
and vaporized—
ourselves to smell
ourselves to taste
inhaling too those fragrances—
to cradlerock erotic turbulence
aground ‘neath bottomless depths
where render penance frozen forms
forgiven—
by summer’s eye grac’d their fleshly souls
hear, our future’s ear!
of today
a more fertile echo
and this amorous passionate peace renew—
again by your offspring
reecho…
and again…
pray, lovers keep us till tomorrow’s end
Cervine Break
relaxing breather
no cares about a spyglass
panning for a mark
Lucky Me
to be me
Then…
again
how awesome
for even
one grant’d wish
to
the pleasure
the pliancy
the plainness
of Youth
rush runging
the ladder
to seize Hereafter
to
the laggard
the lapse
the languidness
of Eldership
but
for the Life
that I Love—
for the Love
of my Life—
I’ll keep Today’s harvest
Reverie
into the wind
be sown
thoughts
their fruits
never reaching
full richness
that eyes alone
might savor a sight
without rendering
any meaning
