Tuesday, August 8, 2023

storms to the west











there are times when darkness lies forgotten upon my skin
hollowed
broken
knowing starlight is somewhere 
      but feeling the microfiber of grey
rub annoyingly
the
wrong
way
friction becomes current becomes 
wind 
moving things unseen--forgotten

i notice & refuse to open
a box of paints

eyes close 
songs are heard
--whisper tracings--
again with the dove-grey 
faint & haunting
there
there
the crackle of dreams & place
grace
glory
and
knowledge find the honeyed bleed of this night
and
shutter in their brilliant sureness

soon