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It is impossible to live up to the lyrical, its angelmarked bendings of antenna, and sonic proofs, to nestle in the hollows of pitch, half-bird, half-wraith, attempting the almighty bait and switch, to con the heavens into granting you a … Continue reading
Song, caught in her hair, something about torn feathers, running, blue to form.
I have heard her sing, lungs, founting with light, to braid dark hours into grace.
Thistles, structuring a feral paragraph in open space, as the stray feather, cruciform to fence, parlays the canticle of Muse, unfettered.
The simpling of the heart as it pours fast light into a rimless cup.
Scorpion, who fears thy immortal symmetry imprinted upon a lidless void? Who dares tread upon your inky black trail of shelled pearls and amative resin? You, Sex, You, Death, You, primordial sleep and whipped wake of Pan’s ancient cloven song– … Continue reading
Servicing joy’s turn, feet pray upon fertile ground– Grace, joined at the hip.
An empty chorus of chairs humming a nocturne, softly, in unison– Thanks for the memories!
Moonlight serenade, every autumn the same song– Grief resets its course.
(For Leonard Cohen) As the bird on the wire trills its last delicious electric notes, the vibrato hum begins to resound in Heaven.