granite sleep

Wholeness Sleep


unable to wake

I remained

behind the ruin of a memory


a Chinese serpent

swerving in the currents

of my dormant eyelids


nothingness was a province

where an obsidian pyramid

stood against a starless night


there in bed

roving like a raving raven

within the

delicate depths of darkness


surrounded by

a deep moat –

the dark waters

of space

swallowing any ray of light

that may cross over

to my dispossessed eyes



existing alone

light as perishable infancy;

heavy as a bridge above years


a statue

untying itself

from its surface

of imitation


so I squandered the imported

bullion of dreams

and with quivering fascination

became empty and

of image


unable to wake

I surrendered


a history

written on the soft

tissue of the spirit –

never to be









Nihilistic Poetry


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