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enlightenment

enlightenment

It stung when my eyelids slid off carried away in a flow of tears and blood welling in my mind and spilling from my eyes. Moonlight glimmers into my pained gaze to dance on my soul’s dark pool. Down, deep through forgotten caverns– there a pale fish swims with white scales and its own lidless eyes that see strange things lurking in that murky place.

my mind’s highest ambition

my mind’s highest ambition

I place my brain on the dewy grass where it lies, naked pink and shivering like a newborn sparrow crying for comfort. But there is no comfort. Only chilly death comes. And then, devoured by a stray dog. In time, after my mind breaks down it will flow into dog blood and fuel howls. Then, as dog shit my mind will feed dandelions. Oh, to be dandelion fluff carried on a summer night’s breeze is my mind’s highest ambition.

the wind blows angry

the wind blows angry

The wind blows angry In the lonely places Where it is safe to rage. Far from the city. I hear her wailing. And tremble. For I wear her wrath A threadbare cloak. The evangelists say, the Breath of God Is like a gentle Dove. But to me, she’s a raven, consuming the dead. Or a kestrel, seizing little living things in her talons And eating them whole. For the wind blows angry. Keening in the night. Giving voice to all…

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anchor tree

anchor tree

In deep morning still dark and cool I place my hand on my anchor tree. My fragile skin rubs the rough bark while my soul trickles from skin to wood and slides down into the roots where it kisses the soil. I am planted there with that anchor tree; It stands in my back yard, It stood before there was a back yard. It remembers, so I remember. We share mysteries from beneath the surface, Under the damp grass. And…

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wise squirrel

wise squirrel

I am the wise squirrel who climbs out of the underworld and dances up the trunk of the Tree of Life. Sitting in the high branches, I sway in the wind as leaves clatter, Reflecting the rising red sun. I hear Divine rumors on the breeze, and carry them down to the underworld returning with the longings of the dead. I am the apprentice of the moon-raven who teaches me to look sideways at the world to laugh in moments…

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