Angle right visions
Curve –
Through the night
Sending whispers of color
To conserve –
It’s arc light.
September 22nd, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
Angle right visions
Curve –
Through the night
Sending whispers of color
To conserve –
It’s arc light.
September 15th, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
Change –
The erosion of time
A thicket of energy
Through a compounded crush
Of a pressured –
Exchange.
August 31st, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
Excited, false vistas
Imagining, their state
Reflect, a pareidolia
When deciding,
To create.
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”
April 19th, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
Marching through the ridges
Riding down their sides
Directs a retro guidance
Into a port, tact, glide.
February 1st, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
Baskets, of ejecta
Redirect –
And ablate
A scarp, of exposure
And its strength –
To create.
December 30th, 2018 § 0 comments § permalink
The darkness, of white
Tops sheathed, in black bright
Streak –
Through the shadows, to break free
And take flight.
December 9th, 2018 § 0 comments § permalink
Vapors of dioxide
Released through splice
Reveal –
Their residual
In resplendent, dark ice.
November 4th, 2018 § 0 comments § permalink
Defined by light
A sense, refined
A spectacular vision
Through a form –
Of mind.
September 23rd, 2018 § 0 comments § permalink
Baseline allowances
Shaken,
From the edge
Awaken,
To a destiny
Of a re-imagined, ledge.