Away or, interred, the bellow of youth So ready to spit fire into the night All thunder and purpose and reckless momentum Took flight? Now, longer in tooth I feel shorter of sight Building fires to warm, a cigarette, a rite "Lose your head to your hand or to ghosts in the night." Beg Prometheus to spare you a light

Who was it taught me that truth was in the roots? Ever and on alight like clockwork Sure that this time I'll find myself neath the ashes, in my bones A rite of my own hands crafting perhaps The religion of you with all its surety In life after death

This heart Heavy as the sea, pulls Downwards Against my fluttering feet On calm days and those Beaten by waves Swallowing my days and years In silence Endless above as below Empty as Mirrors

How many times can I fall? First sight, again again Pitched forward towards you Dreaming drunk or Delirium

Small feet mine, uncalloused and unlassoed Plod scuffled and pawed the halls a'night Adorned in silence The filigree of dreams Nameless and holy so In shoes I moved about the sidewalks and Sideways talk of Budding barbarians and clumsy youthful hearts Always slipping out before the end I knew better place not to be Formlessheavy Now a tourist striding somber situating What parts of mine were forged A gallery of portraits from Strange angles and stranger hands

Again again again again Agon eye loose the plot Indus tree, us unmade What deserts In habit? My soul? Pulled telosward to the wait Of gun in hand Of exhaustion lungs Ends and words and Did I sentence my self to a period Oragamei cant knot, and no longer fathom I dream I will be as the wind once Hands lie Or a star upon the edge of dusk Word for none and less than even A life takes itself to, sincerely, Period

You cannot hold the light of day Only hold you hand within it Grasping shadows Releasing Rebirths Renews As every heart before you...

In-between the eyes and words Tight wires mind-binding bring and bend and break What could be over the spine of what was known But...

A real man, I think In flesh and blood Should be of a stature that Can caramelize onions An alchemists heart Birthed in darkness, caked...

I have breathed, easy as speaking Since before I could see the top shelf That the world was foreign cold and That I would lightly let it...

Dawn arrives in quiet fire Kept promise unmaking Before felled forever And after ever more I heard once, or dreamed, all the same That a...

Oh but night so often lies heavy Wandering the library, keeping the flame I wish I knew yet what a heart is for This one of mine feels...

Under the sun, the same, when the earth was young, again The druids and bards attest, they say that every tree in truth contained A soul,...

And always, by my days I was unravelling Three repentant sins in a trenchcoat Shedding flesh upon reentry Til I cottoned on we little...

A wanderer born, all legs and lips and eyes Called from toddlerhood to paw the halls in shadow Seeking after what I could not say except...

Younger than knowing the odds I used to press my hand against the wall and will They say That there is more space between The atoms of...

In dreaming eyes I dug my fingers beneath my ribs to tear away and find What? I did not know I clawed In skillful strokes my face from...

I grew up under a sky that stretched Horizon to horizon where the land spoke, in Lengthy syntax and broad spaces Somehow since I have...

What days there were passed Frictionless Unseen With the pallid dreamy stupor which heralds sudden horror's sight Weightless white snow...

Beauty, as all lovers know Is terror fleshed and I Loved you to ruin, and rightly I think you knew but hid in swallowed words and silent...