Nov 05, 2003 00:04
seed planted, up the tree branches
tighter to a spider web
deciphering your hieroglyphs
cosmic threaded nervous system
everything in perfect sequence
this is how the sorcerer spun
constellations off their axis (practice)
geographically? mind-mapped
out of breath after: five laps
running circular synapse
feelers focusing syntax
tripping lyrical fault lines
discarded metaphor fruit rinds
carnal carnival kiddie rides
holographic paint-by-number tides
(unidentified flying) objective in the mirror
always closer than appearance
always clearing interferance
as highway stretched
with wintered breath
when all that's left--
the cradled fable of sated rest
--(written for the brothers and sisters at wolf creek celebrating this year's samhain, 2003)