As by the grace of a lifetime’s narrowed sight
Perseus knelt upon the blooming sphere
with the regularity of urbanity’s fuzzy light
unbroken by the drum of earthly years
He froze the night by medusa’s head
that the meteoric arrow rain
might stand upon its mirror’s bed
mutely dancing through its clouded grain—
Rising, ever rising, amidst its dying garden
a thousand years to whither, but never yet the mystery
of what should grant his writers’ pardon
for a thousand years of repetitious history.
“Never,” said the man,
and on he ran
pursuing the stars
like a drunkard to his bars,
crying “No” awash in the glow,
but never yet to know.
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Shooting stars for luck
Tiny fire braille heralds truth
Yet always: falling.
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Nothing looms as nothing,
Ever blazing in the all-celestial plain
These firewrought havens stretched
Unbidden and unknown
Timeless destiny manifest
Such limitless bounty
Bears more than all the stars
In heaven’s listless choir—
No man might yet know life
That could ever see its end.
These torches light the path
Unto technological
Ascension.
We are drifting
You and I
I can see it in your eye
This sifting
Chasm lengthens
And the shadowed fens
Are growing.
That smile you once held for me
My smile
Is now a vacant stare
We look to one another
But there’s nothing there
Just silence
In the space
That once beheld our laughter.
Older, wiser
Colder
The child slithers from us
And so do we
These shadows lengthen
As we pull apart.
Still we look
Captive to memory
Unable to let go
But unable to remain
We are gripped and we are broken
And I am decaying in orbit
Around the very stars
That made my
Universe.
I’m waiting on a light
That may never arrive;
I’m grabbing at the stars
And catching only dust.
Every moment builds into
Another moment lost
And still I wait,
Humming in the night,
As though the world will shine on me
In my ceaseless indolence.
Dreams unravel
It is reality waiting
Not this fiction I have woven
Into this false world.
I have not seen the light.
It burns
Me but I know
it is around Me
and I cannot feel it
on my skin this fire
Dances without Desire
Dies without Devotion
and wallows in its ashes
for a man
without Faith
knows neither Hope
nor Fear
but the binds of
Mortality does not lift
and excitement fades
with Life, failing
to elicit the possibility
of what may lie
beyond the stars
of time-locked
Existence.
The Waking Den 