31 December 2015
30 December 2015
26 December 2015
24 December 2015
23 December 2015
19 December 2015
16 December 2015
13 December 2015
12 December 2015
07 December 2015
2638
2638
The quality of the future
Has the timbre of a voice awaited
Yet unheard;
Has a motion and an hour
Where in a different place the taste
Of salt, the color red,
Become where I am
When I get there.
It is the touch of a breath
And the weight of a sun,
Yet at this moment,
Its quality's none.
05 December 2015
04 December 2015
28 November 2015
23 November 2015
21 November 2015
2632
2632
Reverence is red with desire
For a lover's reciprocation
That has no breath,
Yet is by me breathed:
In the longing is its consummation done,
In my solitary,
And love's bitterness is my portion,
Unpartnered by the other's voice.
20 November 2015
13 November 2015
09 November 2015
06 November 2015
01 November 2015
2622
2622
It's an improbable hour
When I realize where I am,
Not by this path nor that corner lit,
Nor under any sky,
But within a confine wrought
Myself upon my skin.
Yet as the sun that lesser angle makes
To impediments of its light
Am I by my longer shadow pulled,
And the path and the corner lit
And every sky there is,
Within this confine's brought.
21 October 2015
18 October 2015
17 October 2015
15 October 2015
14 October 2015
12 October 2015
10 October 2015
2601
2601
Suborned by death,
The small creature on the path
That yet trembled in my palm;
So finely complete
That I knew its grasp in mine.
Fellow traveler,
Entire embodiment,
To an ending entailed
We are by beginning.
09 October 2015
07 October 2015
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