Has anyone, in all their words, prayed to save the morning star? If the highest and lowest must meet in the end Why do we cleave them in...

You miss me in the starlight and I love you with the dawn And so we stay Alone and never full.

Grazed fingertips like moonlight on the waves Weightless and arresting I would hear this song forever

There are moments seeds when the world is so rich that I am lost in a thunderous NOW and times when I sit caught in the swing of eternity...

Forever and always my souls was a sea All currents and creatures unseen. It waved and glittered in sunshine but most was hidden in depths...

How many times were you born? Remaking yourself in your own image, shaping clay in love and pain I reach for you, for Moment of collapse...

I am too small right now to understand So I will act And know it my the consequences left in its wake

The knife is a promise, perpendicular Pressure and motion and release Memories burrowing insects in skin and bone and If its in the blood...

Never by halves, wholly or dead Never allow what is partial In love and in hate In sickness and health Be of one in the face of the all A...

What was the heart made for if it is so restless in this world? Beating steadily against the walls of its cage

Time is so slippery in significance Meaning, jumping waves and toppling like towers toward the sea Where are you? Sunning Lioness My...

Come back to me To me Oh tragic god unfettered be And make of this your empire Make it vibrant Take it free Rough Titania calls for you...

When I dissolve then more can be like Bubbles Bubbling. Fleeting Floating up! up Up until.... Pop! And then anew again again again

I love you Come home safe Sorry I'm gone But I'm here now Quick as a thought Wherever you are Quick as a thought Just like you asked

Digging my way up to heaven I tore these bootstraps long ago If the flesh is sweet but the seed is poison tell me how does you garden...

A thief, a re-teller begotten not made The odds and end of lives and stolen moments. Tricks of the trade for a pounding chest Eyes up...

The ruins are still Rocks and rubble, dust to dust But my eyes see the spirit in their bones My heart remembers their rhythm How do you...

The lion's share of my education, What I hold most prized Came through the gates of death. Dead words, of dead writers, scribed black on...

If pressed, I could not say Truly The sun rises in the east It shines through the gates of your lips Silent prayers against your skin...

The sea boils this way and that way Washing and uncovering anew Rubble left naked Everything is everything is Nothing without context I,...