One full cycle of the moon, with a new moon fitted nicely in the center. Friday the 13th. ...how do we track time? 24 hours in a day... how shall we "spend it"? always? was it really always the same? these 24 hours backward in time? and will tomorrow count? 24 hours in tomorrow's day?
and this day
in this sunlight (or
moonlight)
is this day too
the same?
how shall we count the minutes? up or down? in segments of 60? shall we trace our fingers along Apollo's path? shall we travel with him in the fullness of the earth?
and what of the moon?
the old man's face tracing
the line of our own like
a mirror through time.
the Rabbit. the Goddess.
the Ghost.
how can we tell the difference?
how can we look in the face?
only the reflection of ourselves; the unknowable.
time tells us so. and we obey.
Artemis draws her bow across the sky.
our own shadows
tickle
our own feet move away...
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Friday.Morning 7.27.07
what happens to our inner demons when we refuse to face them?
do they go into hiding, building refugee camps out of forgotten parts of our memories? do they stand guard, ever ready to sash out when we lash out, to cry when we cry, to despair, to give up, to die?
what happens when we recruit them to our side?
when we aline ourselves with their footsteps stride for stride?
...how can i answer that in dreams? what was fear i mistook as hate. what was love i mistook for discipline. what was kindness i mistook for understanding. what was forgiveness i mistook as God.
in those lonely moments i let you,
little demons (little quiet things),
stroke my hair, put me to bed, whisper
(cultural) myths into my ear.
whisper myths about each other, about freedom, about empathy, loneliness, life, reality, and about us
- you and i, little demons, you and i.
do they go into hiding, building refugee camps out of forgotten parts of our memories? do they stand guard, ever ready to sash out when we lash out, to cry when we cry, to despair, to give up, to die?
what happens when we recruit them to our side?
when we aline ourselves with their footsteps stride for stride?
...how can i answer that in dreams? what was fear i mistook as hate. what was love i mistook for discipline. what was kindness i mistook for understanding. what was forgiveness i mistook as God.
in those lonely moments i let you,
little demons (little quiet things),
stroke my hair, put me to bed, whisper
(cultural) myths into my ear.
whisper myths about each other, about freedom, about empathy, loneliness, life, reality, and about us
- you and i, little demons, you and i.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
post the latest psychotic tendency
yes.
and what next.
and what now?
how will you tell them how to love
when will you tell them how
to let go
it hurts like nothing
could we imagine?
take us back to midnight
my body flows, rocking.
the ballast sands between our fingers.
yours touch,
and mine let go.
you push,
and my boat rocks the waves.
you take me there.
and what next.
and what now?
how will you tell them how to love
when will you tell them how
to let go
it hurts like nothing
could we imagine?
take us back to midnight
my body flows, rocking.
the ballast sands between our fingers.
yours touch,
and mine let go.
you push,
and my boat rocks the waves.
you take me there.
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