Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

the black hole of wonder



In the stillness my soul rises
As the crickets’ trilling chants
Beckon darkness with a wink of my blue eye’s
Luminous lamp
Seeing is not for me
                                           
Laughter howling in the canyon
Coyotes celebrate their feast as
I hunger for nothing when I hear
their ravenous song

The warmth of day rises as steam
Pressing itself against me, binding and taunting me
Could this be
my hunger once again?

The night knows me well

Darkness calls my name

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