chaos yawns mayhem swirls holy
dizzily dazzled color hue tone
sliding it shifts who is alone
near dawn when light creeps too slowly
Category Archives: 365
Four Lines
cracks what’s waiting for you in them
slim horizontal deeps that creep
behind and under feet they seep
yawning chaos holy mayhem
Four Lines
no middle chatter— max to max
millions today tomorrow one
climb for excess slide back to none
what’s waiting for you in the cracks
Four Lines
piercing me clean through, the pattern
doesn’t flow smooth it inverts flopping,
pendulum’s apogees moving
max to max— no middle chatter
Four Lines
only white and the dark, just two
stages, one follows the other
just as father follows mother
the pattern pierces me clean through
Four Lines
leaves more shadow— contrast more stark
light and dark, opposites, two poles
there’s no room for grey in black holes
just two— only white and the dark
Four Lines
unfathomable size and dark
light sparks blinks then dissolves from sight
one point pricking holes through the night
leaves more shadow contrast more stark
Four Lines
we stand lost beneath callous skies
how does conscious thought stand before
endless time with its silent roar
of dark, unfathomable size
Four Lines
rolling up we watch the sun rise
movement sliding, smooth lifting free
a stutterless grace, immense– we
stand lost beneath the passing skies
Four Lines
catch the moon in a lacy cup
count the stars in the Milky Way
look on another side of day
and watch the sun rise rolling up
the crafty sisters 