May 23, 2011

peeling myself in the heather...



video

carrying ballast listening
beneath goddess glistening



water
falls
what my soul stills
and carries, quickens my tongues
swells the air and
snakes against
tilted wind 
thinned
wheeling hills milled
dug in the deepening sins
of May's sweep
dug into
the black sugar of time
burning itself
in perpetual leap
jars gather
what hangs
 in the eyes
and smells
of fangs
when memory leaves
and clouds find
how bells
spun gravity around
and can hold sound
in all my safe whispers
woven to the rain...

1 comment:

  1. Everything about this post is so cool. Love the vid.

    "dug in the deepening sins
    of May's sweep
    dug into
    the black sugar of time
    burning itself
    in perpetual leap"

    "jars gather
    what hangs
    in the eyes"

    "and can hold sound
    in all my safe whispers
    woven to the rain"

    You just ooze art, my friend. I'm lucky to know you.

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