Hysterical Blindness
As light drawn in excess will the curtain appear
With abstract remission that its witness must fear
For a life thus dirempted by this veil once sheared
Will forget twice what bound it to that which adhered
In the Shadow of Satellites
Does the moon presume itself the source of night
In casting shade on its vernacular with light
And when repeating this its dawning will it find
It speaks in retrograde the language of the blind
The Flame Which Fears the Darkness
This planet which remains dead must bring itself to life, but in the culmination of that effort will again congeal into the static lifeform which conditions the renewal of that illusion. Meditations may never conceal their subject, and despite the myriad of disciplines that name contains these cannot escape the force of the body which each revolve around. It is in the denial of this broken slate that masters find their true power, which at every step deprives of each his very soul. What is professed as a search for knowledge of what lies beyond oneself has its object arrive from within, but is now found in that alter genesis to extinguish from without the same spark. Just as a match brought too quickly to equilibrium after its striking, any economy of non-being cannot live without a mind capable of knowing when to let itself go. This escape from the body is but a trial whose defendant flees beyond an endless jurisdiction, of which mind alone as judge may give a proper sentence. But where exists the court within this void? And where too a state which would validate its authority? I am afraid there is no space here I can stand upon, or even rest.
Hemotoxin
The history of silence writ
In solemn blood erased with rust
From iron cage beset by verse
Sin must pour upon the heavens
And with each rain each drop forgave
The infinite attuned cast finite
This sea which forms consumes not war
But lakes still speaking venous mores
Oblique Asymptote
Although this spite does rarely lend
It must presume an exact end
Toward space which marks a curve without
The will once caught with shores devout
Elucidation
Would waters cease to mark the deep
Were sky the surface of our keep
Then earth should hold the truth once lost
If limits breach the path we’ve crossed
Held deep within the currents of the unreal, I by resistance sense the directional flow of the wind we call reality. I am an unorthodox aeromancer guided by the structure of the earth in his pursuit to master the void. But in my destiny, he is carved out by each hollow just the same.
Dreaming in technicolor cannot outstrip the reality which enforces the expression of thought in shades of black and white. For the light cannot, itself, come to light, as the existence of darkness ceased within the mind of humanity when it discovered itself as electricity.
Critical Mass
Frail whispers of the atomic
Will soon reflect upon the leaf
Reaction calmly taking shape
Lending this simple life to sum
Fall steadies as heat fades
Colors slowing edges
Variegated chains
Eclipse valent structure
Winter veils three limits passed
Allotropes as coalesce
Equilibrium which seeks
Consciousness of primal spheres
The truth of power lies in distance
Isotopes dissolve pure snow
Each shell alive on stable ground must die
While proven space conceals hope that hides
And just as the soul is tied to illusion, so too is life marred by its gods.
