five glittered streaks

smeared on black felt is

the skyline

an empire city

fabricated against

a backdrop of

redundant nights

a rubix cube

drifting across unlit oceans

ever and darkly lapping

"I AM."

five glittered streaks 

smeared on black felt is

the skyline

an empire city

fabricated against 

a backdrop of

redundant nights

a rubix cube

drifting across unlit oceans

eternally lapping

"I AM."

five glittered streaks 

smeared on black felt is

 

a city skyline

pasted against

the backdrop of

redundant nights

an unsolved rubix cube 

drifting across unlit oceans 

the multitude forever signifying

"I AM."

five glittered streaks 

smeared on black felt

is the skyline

of an empire city

fabricated against the backdrop

of redundant nights

a rubix cube adrift

oceans of

"I AM."

five glittered streaks 

smeared on black felt is

 

a city skyline

pasted against

the backdrop of

redundant nights

an unsolved rubix cube 

drifting across unlit oceans 

the silence forever signifying

"I AM."

five glittered streaks 

smeared on black felt

is

 

the skyline of an empire city

fabricated against

the backdrop of

redundant nights

a rubix cube 

adrift oceans of

"I AM."

five glittered streaks 

smeared on black felt

is the skyline

of an empire city

fabricated against the backdrop

of redundant nights

a rubix cube adrift

oceans of

"I AM."

five silver streaks smeared on black felt

is the skyline

of an empire city

fabricated against the backdrop

of redundant nights

a rubix cube adrift

oceans of

"I AM."

five silver streaks smeared on black felt

is the skyline

of an empire city

fabricated against the backdrop

of redundant night

a rubix cube adrift

an ocean of

"I AM."

five silver streaks smeared on black felt

is the skyline

of an empire city

fabricated against the backdrop

of redundant night

a rubix cube adrift

the ocean of

"I AM."

this just in

the beginning

and the end

studies show

a 5 by 5 cube

is really a

bottomless well 

from which one might 

ostensibly 

draw up a million years 

of the same bitter draught

which watered the roots be-

neath

the part of the park

god labeled 

"no pets allowed"

lest he reach out his hand 

and take also of the tree of life 

and eat

and live forever.

i woke to see

the trees of oak

lined in rows of

orange islets

and birds like boats

floated in bursts

seeking harbor

on arboreal beaches

Contemplation 1.1

I wish my words would sparkle bravely,
Bronze emblems blazened bold on fields of blue
or evening clouds underlit with citrus sun.

But I look up to see my phrases
hang swollen, charged with fire from fearsome skies
that glowers dark and explodes in darker thought.

Oh light that crowns the highest treetops
Sweep down to save me from this cavern speech!
and lead me blind by the hand to thy sweet source.

at first,

the smell of stone,

next,

the sound of waves,

before

thousands of rippling atoms 

coalescing into 

shiny, round, grey beads they

glisten and glimmer

each reflecting

the raised circle

upon which

I stand,

caught

in the

pure

unsourced light

which surrounds me 

and obscures them 

everything whirling.

white breeze,

soft scent,

and then

it

hits. me. hard.

i taste cool water and warm rock and dry space.

infinite empty vista that

leaves my tongue somewhat sandy.

here i would introduce a change but there is no quality of self-governance in this shimmering molecular curtain i find myself confronted with (by?) - looking toward (towards?)  - facing.

this

is

fabric.

this is 

what moves under

all the rest.

hand me 

the silver needle

dear

and thread it
only

with the 

finest

gold.