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Thursday, October 15, 2020

Break the Universe

We will need to break the patterns of the universe if we can, she says. And you know, god being a dead woman, won't mind.

we love to see it break.

she says, they love to see them break. and we are her and we are them. and we love. we lovewelovewelovewelovewelovewelovewelovetoseeitbreak 

 

in a handful of everything

what do you hold

i went out my whole life betting on a type 

of love

i've never known 

mine the fallow banks

deep fissures where i stored i

set down for safe keeping 

forgot how to be what type of person 

there's no difference between a word

and a want, the edge of your face skinned 

& an alphabet cloaking sound 

the dark matter of the poem 


In its flight from death, the craving from permanence clings to the very things sure to be lost in death. 

-H. Arendt  

 




Tuesday, October 06, 2020

Light called Traveler

 

A photograph is bound by light as we are bound by desire. Dancing on the head of a pin, angels in turn, what I hand you is the caught gram of suspended time. Moving forward and back, the fall of eternity is the harmonic of exhalation. And we so feathered as to be sold of all our heavy lifting. I would you seep beneath expectation: Let me woo you further.

 


 

 

Incandescence is the emission of electromagnetic radiation (including visible light) from a hot body as a result of its high temperature. The term derives from the Latin verb incandescere, to glow white. Incandescence is a special case of thermal radiation.

 

Sunlight is the incandescence of the "white hot" surface of the sun.

 

even my dreaming is a quiet action of wanting more…

 

i need you to love me in a way that doesn’t exist yet. 

carved down to images & codes.

 

the mutation of the eye to see light is useless 

without the nervous system to relay information

 

as is the song without a body to sing it

 

as is the weight of love without our determination to bear sorrow

 

to say of this layer it candesces, a window of soul pours out 

 

as is the thrum of sound in hollows

 

as is the ripple of movement across surfaces

 

to say of this layer it folds, time takes all if you believe it holds