Saturday, December 28, 2013

My tendency to be acute in my relations to the world is the very thing that makes me withdraw so often.


Friday, December 6, 2013

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What do I say to the moon
    so alive in mock darkness?
The sea flays itself unto rocks
    grinding them to sand
Gravitating in eternal unrest.

The Sea speaks;
      Dear distant one, 
I send the winds beseeching you
      I swallow the earth raw for you
Will you not release me?

In silence, 
       the moon is unyielding.


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Tempest you have taken my mind
left me gazing at the moon
       talking to the winds.

The winds have thrown me off its back        
       gone silent
I have fallen from the Sun
       I am haunted by the Sea

I shall pack my bones
        retire to the desert.