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Ritual of Something Too like Vacuum

Ritual of Something Too like Vacuum As ignorant as light that streams from rooms Where love has been, we think of you.  Alone Now, more like air within the pharaohs’ tombs, We try to fill the dark with more than bone And skin of memory.  Your flesh recalled In...

Godly Fluids

                 Godly Fluids God lives where time is an instruction, since Eternity requires a teacher doomed To death.  Divinity can never wince Unless his palms and arches are consumed By pierce of nails to agony, are torn As gravity drags down the flesh, and rips...

Declines and Declining

   Declines and Declining Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The wood that makes the icons’ boxes lacks The holiness that throbs, still, through these saints And sacred ones.  Despite the inner cracks...

They Never Slumber nor Sleep

They Never Slumber nor Sleep The reason icons break but still remain At crooked angles over slopes and cracks In eon landscapes is to entertain Their sacred irises.  Greek mountains tracks Show off to icons ancient splits pronounced By earthquakes forty thousand times...

À La Recherche du Temps Perdu

À La Recherche du Temps Perdu That beauty comes again from time lost, strong As muscles on the shoulder, thigh, in arm, And struggling heart.  The beauty comes in long Nights filled with strangled thrust and with love’s harm. That face appears again with fatal hair...

Arms, Shoulders, Legs

         Arms, Shoulders, Legs Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Your dancing causes clouds to form around Your dreams.  These clouds are far more solid than The dreams, except the nightmares.  Clouds...