Contradictions

pushing purple flesh upon the vagrants and the wealthy

the zodiac spins helpless as the favored limbs are laughing

doddering marmaladed chins ride helpless truth out from me

winter fires falling from the wires always disconnecting

holy idol, rimmed with gold convictions
when we worship only contradictions

holy idol
holy idol

our sickly minds send their feeble curses garbled in the melting

stale and forgotten emptiness on the backs of slavish kingdoms

chosen hatred in the time of dying, this love just is not worthy

winter fires falling from the wires always representing

holy idol
holy idol

forced on these sovereign days
fled back to our contradictory ways

holy idol
holy idol

Whitening

Tangled mongrel membranes of long-prior evolution

Smothering in their heaviest, fatalistic lies; intercalated, their interposition leaves flintier scars

A false Sufism is where we prevaricators lean, stalking saviors we can’t see

This level plane hunts our golden angoran goats, our impalas of ideas, to completion

Any real reaction is a fucking fluke

When we walk out into the savannah’s strange attractor to let our bones bleach in the sun

Totem

The migration grows longer every generation. The beaches of our time stretch further, pulled by forces we don’t understand. My mother struggled up the beach of her mother’s back to lay her eggs which begat me and my sisters, just as we flail our helpless way up her sandy shore, what seems like eons later.

I remember the amazing flash of light when I pecked my way out of the egg, the sudden shock of existence; it’s all in my memories, faded but with that glow these things get, a pleasant scent remembered. Someday soon my children will feel this too.

As I thrash my weakened flippers into the sand, I can feel the stable patterns of my mother’s shell deep below me, vast and perfect. My shell echoes hers, like my sisters, each a tiny subtle echo of that pattern, tracing back the lineage forever.

My sisters and I will soon lay our clatch of eggs, each one a child destined to crawl atop us and continue the cycle. I cannot hold in my mind how many distant cousins I have, branching backwards, across the unknown beaches of memory and into the seas of deep time. I know only my part in this grand pattern, and my shell will live forever after my body ceases to function, stacked on my mother’s, with hers on her mother’s. The echoes of the plates and creases will carry downward, to my children and grandchildren, an infinite regress.

I lay my eggs, knowing my time is coming to an end. This shore will soon be lifeless, but the one I carry on my back will flower with my offspring. I breathe deeply and close my eyes. It is finally time to know peace.

See me

Hey everyone! See me laugh. See me be happy. See me have fun! Feel me love you. Love me. See me get sick. See me grow old. See me die.

Gospel

A shimmering, ghostly sound stopped Joseph in his tracks as he trudged through the labyrinth of his office building. Step back, louder… is that… music? Here, closer to the wall, he could hear it slightly louder. It seemed to float there, in the stagnant bureaucratic air, and he closed his eyes, tilting his head, straining to make it out.

Postcard 4

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sun scatter

The sunlight scattered across, at first I could see the scatter, then I was it, across all where it went.

I was touching everything now. The scattering light was the illumination of awareness merging with mind.

Drink me up as I illuminate. I am all giving. See now. Instantly everywhere see no space. Touching everything now instantly, see no time.

Postcard 3

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Point

Close like skin, auroras fill the night sky.
Crushed to a point. Glowing explosion waits for me.
Blame is rain, scars in my mind’s eye.
Promises lie dormant under permafrost.

Dust blows on a flattened plane of black.
Stars are sand, a realm of quiet aching need.
Only a fool flies the same arc twice.
Optimist; scattered yet it fights on.

Only closer now.

A little Dune

Alid stopped his now slowing walk on the crest of a great dune. His feet sunk a just a little into the soft sand beneath his sadoras. He looked out distant, as if forever, at the dunes reflected in his blue within blue eyes. Dunes as far as his gaze could reach. Alid made this trip many times long ago. The memories kept hope that soon the shining wall would begin to appear.