My Pictures

The Horizon is a Blade

We have followed our path too far
Infinity is rushing towards us, to cut us down
Like the horizon it seems to be unreachable,
But the horizon is a blade.

Skin

Between pore and pore and pore
On a net, slide
Curving round a bent elbow

A Thread A Skin

Speak in emotions an emotional language
And a language of emotions, infused with language,
Language devoid of emotion a blind faith,
Hidden even from the true believer,

A thread of time a skin of a memory,
Just remembered,
Forgotten,
Leaving a thin trace as it recedes
From the moment,
To a dark crevice,
Where untapped dynamic energies lie dormant.

Nights Devoid of Ease

long long forgotten places
between walls and spaces
dim dusty and damp

forgotten boxes fragrant antiques
dovetailed tables and chairs
well appointed fixtures
in suburbia relegated to
a perimeter out of sight
an interior exurbia

infused with a latent light

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The Long Long Fall

I’m beginning to feel the long long fall,
I fall backwards, and only see things once they’ve past
The world is not rushing past me, I am rushing past the world,
It is not a wind that blows as I plummet, the air does not move at all,

The world does not move for me, and I cannot move the world,
I can only move myself, and there are others who move with me,
We do acrobatics in the air while in our free fall together,

We cannot see the ground, and try to act as if our fall will last forever,
The house we build in the air is falling with us, it has no foundation at all,
Our young children rush to the ground too, falling beside us.