spoor me
where you go
in the silver snow,
in the daylight that veers
to a pace enclosing
time undimensioned—
I would like to inhabit
another room prismatic,
wear warlike hair cincturing
marmoreal sun—
tell me the number
(try to whisper):
your test of vigor,
my likely hour…
October 23, 2025
who describes me in the dark
and with candid purpose adorns me
in aberrant courage—
you shall I praise ever:
spirit of soft broadcast,
whose hand is my art’s lush notation
demarcating glory from stranded sleep
marooned in that very allotment of night
where I am the proper rendition
and you the tutelary dream
I dare shelter beneath
December 31, 2024
by some kind messenger I was pulled to see
the first storm-cloud curl in the mute sky, take dragon aspect,
and with maraudous, radiant sinews of the sun
trade misfeature for rework of strength—
I looked away for a moment and its scales had come crashing
December 31, 2022
listen for the rain
that says
I’m you
in another sort of time
another sort of color
in ceramic
in augury
how the sparrows are flown!
with miles to bear
and fate equal to relinquish
—seraph in the mosaic stream
what charm in fortune
to have found your shape
haloing this dark world
to this day
the only remembrance
I've cared to desire
that says
I’m you
in another sort of time
another sort of color
in ceramic
in augury
how the sparrows are flown!
with miles to bear
and fate equal to relinquish
—seraph in the mosaic stream
what charm in fortune
to have found your shape
haloing this dark world
to this day
the only remembrance
I've cared to desire
September 30, 2021
take Oktober
your silver ship
wreathed in fire
of silence, of love
love: phrase in the cauldron
a sky ablush
a crawling towards
a minute to deplete
do not watch me
needlessly helplessly
vanish in your starry lens
posted once bare to you
I know best of all
how easy it is to sever
and slide offworld
your silver ship
wreathed in fire
of silence, of love
love: phrase in the cauldron
a sky ablush
a crawling towards
a minute to deplete
do not watch me
needlessly helplessly
vanish in your starry lens
posted once bare to you
I know best of all
how easy it is to sever
and slide offworld
September 29, 2021
in the potent range
bleak awhile here gleams
no monument of you here rains
water like muscle here beckons
your resolve
like sand in a tilted hand
be glad of it
who else would you be
so many hours deep
hovered here
making mud
bleak awhile here gleams
no monument of you here rains
water like muscle here beckons
your resolve
like sand in a tilted hand
be glad of it
who else would you be
so many hours deep
hovered here
making mud
July 7, 2021
Do you want to leave this island
The ocean does not care
My brochure says our tracks
Will ribbon up to the sun
What a relief to have this seat
And the door at the end of the carriage to run to
When things get warm enough to know
The path of fire in the windowpane
A touch, a sign to fling past
All the bluish stars barely pulling
—But we will speed up soon
And hardly register those distant lights bending their careful courses
To catch a glimpse of us
The ocean does not care
My brochure says our tracks
Will ribbon up to the sun
What a relief to have this seat
And the door at the end of the carriage to run to
When things get warm enough to know
The path of fire in the windowpane
A touch, a sign to fling past
All the bluish stars barely pulling
—But we will speed up soon
And hardly register those distant lights bending their careful courses
To catch a glimpse of us
February 3, 2021
warps the rain
slips in glow
plum of skin
on discovered bone
my almost flesh
breaks
grim or sweet
to the air before
the breath after
this tame morn
I cannot rinse
the what if
pit of it
December 21, 2020
in stillness again
gladly
the oblivion of blood that must be earned
I will not forget your rubric
gladly
the oblivion of blood that must be earned
I will not forget your rubric
February 13, 2019
if your hand were placed among other hands
in my particular table of night
in a place of few stars
to draw my eyes down to open cliffs
or the falling tempest of already you
in whose veins I would always rush
back to the heart of the tottered sea
where your soft body may still carve
the strides and wells
that become its contours inclined to me—
I would say:
may it never sweep the absence of desire
nor the perished dust of my breaking days
but perform its annotation or requirement still
to the futile immolation of lamp and moon
let’s evermore pretend this is the beginning
new worlds don’t excite me nearly as much
in my particular table of night
in a place of few stars
to draw my eyes down to open cliffs
or the falling tempest of already you
in whose veins I would always rush
back to the heart of the tottered sea
where your soft body may still carve
the strides and wells
that become its contours inclined to me—
I would say:
may it never sweep the absence of desire
nor the perished dust of my breaking days
but perform its annotation or requirement still
to the futile immolation of lamp and moon
let’s evermore pretend this is the beginning
new worlds don’t excite me nearly as much
December 31, 2018
hyperion titan, whose glory feeds
resurrection of all the world:
wake me like that pious bird
with your outstretched arm
inviting permutation and activity
and beckon once more my resolve
past impressions of every promise
daily burned and daily buried,
that i might do more than linger
beyond the capitulation of doubt
and at the end of many days
under a piece of sky barely lit
dream to compare
your treasure and mine
resurrection of all the world:
wake me like that pious bird
with your outstretched arm
inviting permutation and activity
and beckon once more my resolve
past impressions of every promise
daily burned and daily buried,
that i might do more than linger
beyond the capitulation of doubt
and at the end of many days
under a piece of sky barely lit
dream to compare
your treasure and mine
November 21, 2017
The wind that wraps itself
Into the limb of night
Has brought this leaf
Straying to my window,
As if intending some watery trade
To me as I once vainly to your lips,
Those that I remember—
Fragrant artificer of clouds
By whose power might’ve been converted
How many storms’ swift scimitar
To rustles and mere murmurs of sleep.
But your barren inclination with my disaster matched
Made of inarticulate and too subtle force nothing.
Yet not nothing has my thought condensed
In the misty chamber of alleviated time
To signification beyond all trails’ decay
Behind morbid, torrential weather...
How distant you are to this leaf
Which I know in wending dream will ease away,
And from my mind’s false assignment depart—
Tomorrow, unseen, pressed out in the shade,
Richer to have given, not lost, its colors.
Into the limb of night
Has brought this leaf
Straying to my window,
As if intending some watery trade
To me as I once vainly to your lips,
Those that I remember—
Fragrant artificer of clouds
By whose power might’ve been converted
How many storms’ swift scimitar
To rustles and mere murmurs of sleep.
But your barren inclination with my disaster matched
Made of inarticulate and too subtle force nothing.
Yet not nothing has my thought condensed
In the misty chamber of alleviated time
To signification beyond all trails’ decay
Behind morbid, torrential weather...
How distant you are to this leaf
Which I know in wending dream will ease away,
And from my mind’s false assignment depart—
Tomorrow, unseen, pressed out in the shade,
Richer to have given, not lost, its colors.
August 5, 2017
to pikes! o MEGALODON
my lines blood-raked
minutes gone
in vagrant waters clipped
slight halberds
take an ear, a lip
leave mine
the summoned breezes
your shimmer
like a dear, fervent star
(the right star)
that once glided o'er
the honeyed, whispering sea
in me
vivid, unseen—
but now you are here
& I love your teeth upon the foam
my lines blood-raked
minutes gone
in vagrant waters clipped
slight halberds
take an ear, a lip
leave mine
the summoned breezes
your shimmer
like a dear, fervent star
(the right star)
that once glided o'er
the honeyed, whispering sea
in me
vivid, unseen—
but now you are here
& I love your teeth upon the foam
July 8, 2017
its drops become my finger
its seal presses upon my hair
saying: break—
beneath this convergence of light
I must open and scatter
like a dream taught to the water
by the closed, unmoving air
of summer
its seal presses upon my hair
saying: break—
beneath this convergence of light
I must open and scatter
like a dream taught to the water
by the closed, unmoving air
of summer
December 23, 2016
no more the dry metallic sun
or the red haze burnt
nor skin heavy as earth
when the wild skirmishing dust
whose cry is familiar to me
finds rest on my tongue
I will sink into this spire of wind
and this dune, the powder of my blood,
till there's nothing left to wither
but the silent uncoding dark
whose face
is familiar to me
or the red haze burnt
nor skin heavy as earth
when the wild skirmishing dust
whose cry is familiar to me
finds rest on my tongue
I will sink into this spire of wind
and this dune, the powder of my blood,
till there's nothing left to wither
but the silent uncoding dark
whose face
is familiar to me
December 2, 2016
a violent elision—
this change of color
this second bloom
the whiteness racing
against pure blue
—you might too
with mute vigor
chase morphoses
in the silver-marrowed air
or! waking
gather to yourself
in its bright extension
the time-lapse of another
parting
this change of color
this second bloom
the whiteness racing
against pure blue
—you might too
with mute vigor
chase morphoses
in the silver-marrowed air
or! waking
gather to yourself
in its bright extension
the time-lapse of another
parting
September 10, 2016
leftward, towards light
the only true ruin
⌵
spear in the daybreak sun
make me hands
like kinetic incense
on the mothed wind
be a relic of me
high-dispersed(( see
your memory's action
disedge and reply
elsewhere in
the grass
and
peaks
far
the only true ruin
⌵
spear in the daybreak sun
make me hands
like kinetic incense
on the mothed wind
be a relic of me
high-dispersed(( see
your memory's action
disedge and reply
elsewhere in
the grass
and
peaks
far
September 3, 2016
bit of molding on the low wall
good place to thump your brains… out
/a prudent time for deceleration
if I could slow any further
good place to thump your brains… out
/a prudent time for deceleration
if I could slow any further
June 8, 2016
gothic blur
revisit me
salt-dazzled
frail
unshoulder my listing
to lines of ease, never—
June! how these days of nothing compile
(like meekly accentuated breaths)
revisit me
salt-dazzled
frail
unshoulder my listing
to lines of ease, never—
June! how these days of nothing compile
(like meekly accentuated breaths)
June 7, 2016
I am as disembodied
as this bled-out
too-distant morning:
subtle flesh
thinly speak
close over
when I most miss
when I’m vaguely aware
the phone is ringing
fresh skin—
my best relapse
invokes dreams
?whichway which beyond
as this bled-out
too-distant morning:
subtle flesh
thinly speak
close over
when I most miss
when I’m vaguely aware
the phone is ringing
fresh skin—
my best relapse
invokes dreams
?whichway which beyond
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