Atop the pedestal stood a vase, empty and regal. Inside was an emotionless stem; it was decapitated by the village schoolgirls, who stuck it's petals into the threads of their luscious hair. They skipped upon the gravel road, singing triumphantly about their fresh kill.
Around the boundary we had known
One day, the space had vanished.
And without us did another one encroach
When She said "Stay or Perish!"
Together our minds were warped by the seed
In a sea of non-being and agony
Until at the apex of our eclipse
She puckered Her lips and blew us a kiss.
Where were we now suddenly we knew
Through foreign travels we saw our doom
Dance around us, like ghosts at noon
Against Being we won our coup.
Bonsai flutters by gray decry
Of sky-torn crescents
Battered by the Mon-
"-Day soon," the leaves
Whispered, whispered... holding on
To branches being stripped of strength
As the rain-song swung
And swung, again
And again...
My head ebbs of interdiction
Circumscribed by that fateful place
Stood vacant, sought
After only by the Nameless
Gathered around that Less-Than-Emptiness
Which dances to immortal law
Surged by the cliffs of
Noontide precipitate
Opens the gates between Night and Day,
Moon and Sun, their interplay
Does thinking need, without which
The seed; we never stow ourselves.
Wisps of failure drenched my heaving cheeks. The table still stood after fistfuls of calcium. Red mist precipitated just around the wood's edge, dripping, letting the floorboards know of my soul's anguish. They swallowed gleefully.
Heart and storm
By the rose-bud gave
Echo
And point -
To cloudglory reigned
Litsun.
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A mis-step is still a step
Elsewhere, beyond your periphery
There walks few
Who consider every step as an
Elsewhere, pure and simple
Does Being begin to lure you in
To confront yourself, always averting yourself
Elsewhere.
Do you think it is you who
Remembers? Unclose yourself -
Forget it all, the will and the
Call? What, who is -
This is Being; it has remembered you.
Below the echo cavernous
In-stilled me, gut wrenched
By abyss' black enclosure
Near, was
The threshold of an angel kiss;
"Goodbye, goodbye" my soul unsaid
Unravelled, unknowned, unbecame.
...Your eyes bled
Behind the bush a breath misled
By the grind and rush
Kicked off the red homestead
Bloodbathed, by working hands
And glass blowers stealing sands;
We wink the grains
Out of our pupils preaching pains
And until then...
Decision of
Cosmic consequents delimit
My hands, they shake
Off-
Tears spear my palms
My soft, soft palms.
Instigmentate
Against columns crafted of longswords
Gleaming with too much pride,
And besides
All the laborers back-scabbed
That we fight for relentless
There will remain nothing
But marbledust, with which
A new age will be born, surely.
Downcoming unto the blizzard heed
To spine cross in-toned tulip stem
Arise by spring space point-set heat
Poor steaming Abyss by many condemned
Underwent the lake blue imbued life-bend
Time-space twisting countercurrents ascended
By fountain flow girls frolic before noon-tock
Arm and band in deep and interlocked
Against disaster impenetrable, sacred vitality
Skulls abashed in the face of mortality
Kepping up the tick's test evening stupor
Where all heads crashed into pillows out colder.