incessantly searching for what

has always been there, you’ve

missed the best years,

running from the past

its catching up as you slow down

soon you’ll be caught

jagged rock rises majestically from the great mother

towering gracefully, indigo and green

reaching with tip of crown toward the heavens

I am microscopic in the presence of such beauty

the great eagle soars into heaven

unlocking death’s grip

wings wide

infinite imminence exceeds

the interest of knowledge

and even the memory of life,

he who came from a distance beyond

all determination and is not yet

identifiable, those to whom we

are linked, relation without dependence

which enters all the simplicity of life,

yet they keep, even in moments of the greatest familiarity,

their infinite distance

intoxicated by your essence

I stumble through a maze of emotion

at last ensnared by your charm

held down, chest beating

engulfed by wishful desire,

gripped tightly by your gaze

in one hundred and eighty characters I express all that I am, my hopes, desires, fears and dreams. you now know me, digitally. timestamped.

I consecrate my thoughts to the divine for beyond desire calls a voice

yearning me to feed the fire of manifestation

my deteriorated soul once abandoned becomes rich again

abundance within

my heart swims in blood

beating against bone

caged like an ibis

scarlet with rage

            my heart calls out

            screaming and scratching

            beneath its bodily cage

                                   it must be freed or it shall be consumed

you come to me by moonlight

well lit in dreams

slipping with serenity

into the corners of my mind,

singing your sweet song

changing distance into bliss

                                try to stop visiting this way

                                it is too hard to take

                                waking up alone

three hundred and sixty five times

this lifetime floats by

drifting like boat along placid water, lazy afternoon

sun sets casting shadow upon this day,

ball of dust hurling through stars propelled by

fear and dreams

three hundred and sixty five times more