
The particle of N
With the energy of D
Multiplies, its probability
Within a vacuum
Of E.


June 9th, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
The particle of N
With the energy of D
Multiplies, its probability
Within a vacuum
Of E.
June 9th, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
Somehow, color the night comes
and rises dark and calm
I can see, a sight – a floating white
in the amber, of a past respond
With flowing motion, back, behind
on an angle, its purpose bond
Oh, to see it, trailing away
towards the great, unfathomable, beyond.
Hat Tip: L.L. Barkat – “Estrella”
June 8th, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
Spacial line, directions
Within the arcs –
Of angled dust
Discerns itself, by deception
In cover clouds –
Of swathed rust.
June 2nd, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
Breaking back the darkness
The now,
Becomes the then
As it breaks beyond its spark
The hidden how,
Repeats again.
May 26th, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
Wind worn glides
Of flowing try
Turning here,
To there, a gleam –
Long since sought
To there, a stream
Sailing empty
Through wondering sky
To subtle jetties,
Of methane air –
Riding through
Till no, till there
Notions of what
Or what may why
Under the cracked,
And deepening pool –
Meandering true
So dark, and cool
A winded wrinkle
Wrankle awry
Under a surface
Of wind swept time –
Spreads, its out
As a ragged, old sign.
Hat tip: Robert Lewis Stevenson “Looking-Glass River”
May 25th, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
Carbonate, exposures
Awash –
From source plumes
Signifies, composure
From ultramafic, rock fumes.
May 19th, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
Differing orders
Of multiplicity scales
Leads to systematic shifts
Within a transverse –
Of trails.
May 11th, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
Unexpectedly, symmetrical
And unusually, complete
An outflow,
Beams syntactical
As its symbiots –
Accrete.
May 5th, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
Sculpted and strong –
The common soul,
Is implied
Resolving its awareness –
Through a thought,
Of what’s why.
April 27th, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
Deep, outside oceans
Hiding, cowered in their secret caves
Alone, quiet, lurking
Riding –
The darkness, of their waves
Calmly, the frozen present
Glides, along as a time shunned slave
As a vessel of empty
Writhing –
Into an extant chaos, forever, depraved
Interspersed, amongst the sprits
Life, listens, along a spectrum shaved
And prays, for new awareness
Diving –
Into the blackness, of their graves.
Hat Tip: Nathaniel Hawthorne – “The Ocean”