April 10, 2018

that when we too, become Dorian Gray ... #NaPoWriMo2018 Day 10



in one instant 
one moment 
a fleeting infinity 
is bending us toward light 
galloping us towards 
an area beneath 
the arch and curve 
of realizing 
where we 
might be 

this was slippery business 
you, a beautiful unquantifiable 
atop the table, a rich hue 
caught the sun just right 
spilling bright over you 
a feast 
a thousand wantings 
in quiet 
smiles

there was ohm chanting 
quiet background music 
funky thumping 
quiet hip sway 

mountain sages are rarely wrong 
living beaches, tides know their song 
we sail, thought to action, time and above 
wearing names over bones, our souls for Love 
eons lean in, carve to ghost, wind's currencies wound 
calendar dust jarred, etched, our immutable sounds 


gentle a-washing sounds 
fill brigades, insects stirring 
from long slumbers 
nestie eggs swept blankets 
tucked lot colonies 
an electronic hum 
that pervades 
"you cannot outrun your pants
so dance the now..."
naked 
dreams swim 
especially when sleeping 
or flying a foot above 
the ground 

who-juries 
themselves
conjuring 
contouring 
touring by 
window ride 
parking it 
to sit 
fit to
one of those switch back 
zipper snugged 
hugged side of a mountain roads 
at an overlook point w/valley below 

Summer-Autumn regaled 
the fog lifts 
thunders the wells 
boils our bones, reaches 
says take a few 
maple and oak leaves 
tuck them in 
between breaths 
remember why we bleed 
why we need to crawl 
the stars, the stairways 
all the way 
to heaven 
sphinx riddlers we be 
when all we had to do 
was stay thinking 
as a child might 
our whole life through 

 EJR ©

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