the receptor
is fire in the body
smoking as the embers
unite with shadow
over the ultimate
          coat of illusion

the path of the worm
is a flight in the night
this season of suffering
when wisdom is
reaching out to the
         divine
         death
         of the thinker

there’s only music
the ears are my feet
to dance is the fatalistic
         engine of love

         silence.
         pause
the rock
of the sea.

Poems