the
wax swirling feasts of Autumn
climbing
from
the sea
with
Oedipus
and
Antigone
we
are
burning
memory
each
sharp
glowing
stick
is
spun in a
brush-stroked
anger
the
atmosphere
in
warm gas billows
is
carbon dioxide
heavy
breath
deciduous
varnish
vanished
finishing cycles
everything
swept
away
wanting
in
the rain
tied
to a kind
of
painful tiding
when
leaves scatter
advancing
in temporal winds
painting
pieces of the fallen sky
all
the way inside
the
deepening of wombs
we
burrow for
further
rooting
into
the ground
to
get high
the
ghost echoes
of
more please
thin
the sounds
that
leaves play
woven
into
the
changeling tapestries
of
each season
disappearing
like
a
hurried alphabet
of
footsteps dancing
along
a shore lapped
and
lashed with large waves
large
swells and the tell tale
hearts crashing white noise
at
night when walking the beach
with pockets
full of wishes
and poems to feed the sea
this
seems more serene
than
dangerous
because
of how sound wraps you
so
even while my eyes
shut
down to the dark
and
I color
every
birthed skin
in
my imagination
you
draw me further into
where
here might be
inside
the roar
of
sinning infinities
holding
the subtle silks of time
to smooth my obstructions
and cover over
my flimsy foundations
silence
and by that
I
mean molecular stillness
settles
us each
into
an absolution
of
quiet prayer reaching
to
where we might be
candling
the wind as well
as
drawing circles
and
ringing bells
where
we might say
come,
the table is set
and
we have left
the
window open
lest
you forget
the
feel of wind
on
your face
while
drinking wine
in
the cupped heavy
energy
fields
cloud
busting
the
drive
of
our hands
upon
the wheel
we turn a madness
from megaphones
into
directional whispers
we let
loose
our open palms
leaning out
sash thrown windows
calling
out to
signet
rings
to seal the instincts
we
pour into any moment
that
we save
for a rainy day
to
break open
when
we lose power
over
ourselves
EJR
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