Meditation

 

light riddles through me and you

translucent vein        you paragon

 

of life        two elements enter

one room        two elements comprise

 

seventy percent of what calls itself I

an I is no objective        I

 

am no objective observer       lifeform

I call myself here call myself        you

 

under clouds of unfathomable data

 

 

 

Iterations

 

we fashion contrary quakes

in this arterial night

 

masked vessels we maintain

dominion over the crevices

 

of no sound        read the energy

of our silence        our hoarse oath

 

moves like the ocean

in a plastic bottle

 

a child holds it by the cap

and swirls until she creates the wind

 

 

 

Streams

 

each breath is a microtome

replete with the apex from which it fell

 

let the quivering forebearer pass the shield

let the child make of it a raft

 

the canyon carved seeks nothing

but articulation of the air surrounding

there is nothing a sword can say

that the moon will not come to possess

 

captive in the shield’s orange irons

no stroke can part the current

 

without nightly giving

a fraction of your lung

 

 

 

Capillarity

 

what surrounds the key click on brass through rilles   lamps populate our waters meretricious as monks leaping  to return

pounds of flesh fog flexed   unstable as origin we fall from the mountain torrential as rain