Memory Inimical to all that is personal
the solemn epic of identity

the empty breast of the sky suggests a life mortally weary

it must all be like this distantly living from the world
eyes looking far away
two huge eyes swallow so much sorrow
the dark design on the glaze's brutal soul

tired . . . so tired

The Sound Of birds in the morning church bells and ethereal choir voices
you forget you forget that words turn fire in the palm
pain & anger pierce the air & constrict the throat to suffer affliction . . . stock still
black stones in water deliver a guilty verdict & the wind blows heat dry sand in the eye
the vortex coughs spasms spitting psalms which falsely praise justice . . . standstill
the wailing window mocks ambiguously as water screams ashes
can tears wash away the hurt of timeless lost & tormented
trembling hands fumble for mercy

Withdraw Deeper & deeper into the glazed look on a rain soaked rutted road
one secret singing in our fingers tunneling through thought threads through the blown burial sand
oh lens crafter search for an ounce of truth there in the snakes severed tail slithering from the bitten apple
snakebite
when i don't know & no one can demons tangle at the border crossings pursuing heartscript nodes cutting the thin membrane of the brain
unrecognizable cell prayer

Illicit Evocations Gouged ghostly on spring ice
the refracted noose light wound tightly
around the space between the soul
& the heart

probe
probe

two crippled fingers
knawed to the quick
bleeding cruelly

a tragic instrument silent in horror
robs the fractured grotesque vocation

scratching a glass dialogue on the mirror

sifting omens
pry open eternity
gingerly

the hostile rings round about the garden grow
daily . . . yearly

thresholds blooming incomplete

the cut flowers dry into unspoken remembrances
singing without water

browned grasses trampled dorment
exposed now to the air
refusing to breath
pleading for death

Memory Gone Missing

not a lie told

but a frayed and grey artifact of the past
fused skeletons creating dazzling coral in clear warm shallow seas
the continental shelf forming a border which the archiac traverses
listen to the ebb & flow and the deep primordial stirrings
remembering is recreating
recreating is a life lived

not a lie told

pass through my own unresponsiveness - pass through my own fearful muting - pass through the thousand darknesses of death-bringing speech - pass through the guilt & despair

wintering over in the snow-bound house forever windowless

end of winter - a time of great psychic distress,turmoil and breakdown
a dark and isolated presence struck dumb by terror & anxiety
cradling a fear of renewed persecution and reprisal

lacerating human memory into
delusion & prophecy
love & loathing

this shuttle between dark & light or the epileptic halts allow
no possible evasion of the sense of menace, despair & anguish
while weighing one betrayal against another for filaments of meaning

so badly mutilated

rekindling the distrust of . . .
make a burnt offering of . . .

madness & pain

unutterable silence unforgiveable exile
silence, exile and cunning

Storm rages
shattering the neurons
tearing at the
edges of synaptic connections
fraying the senses
rasping the throat
nauseating the gut

aspire to elucidate the soul & heart
and deepen the capability to love

distinguish & consider
an investigation

tranquillity stirs

shout & bluster with all your might
blow the house down
murder & then walk away
you have the choice
crisis evokes opening
it doesn’t have to be an act of deconstruction
violence begets a new order

to see the world of desire
in the face of fury

serenity smiles

embers to ashes

slow
reach back into
the head turning towards the mirror
mother waits
child goes
teacher goes missing

slower
the face turns white
whiter
many consent
fading terrified

the choice flow
acquisition of language
prompting play
yes/no
noh play

ritualized consciousness

working in the space

between the spaces
the attention wanders to the other
realms of interaction
response activation
repose
respite
unravageable hymn
bitterness
rages against the ability to forgive
the foot enters
leaves

there was a death to be sure

But to the tears of love,
the stars are lovely, little handkerchiefs,
lilacs,
oranges,
greens,
that the heart soaks up.

from FRESCO by CÉSAR VALLEJO.