The standstill motion
of the substance
around us
in a flicker
the wood is a infant body
laying on the arm
of a ray of sun
the hourglass has
a plan to move
the shadows
the incense is dead
reeking like a
flame of pus
the instant sails
through all the events
carried by the wind of memory
with a transparent dress
a ghostly rain
is expected to sweep
up the remains
the fragments
in an untitled and random quest
Meet
me
ageless
in
the
streets
we’ll
be bums
smoking
and
in flux
I don’t care
what the
price is
to
be
pure
as a
cigarette butt
burning out
in your
primordial
fingers
meet
me
to
announce a new
temple
for the
boundless:
a park bench
and empty beer
cans
at our
feet.
A day’s surface
its skin of smoke
ASTRAY
The world escapes
flickering like
a stream of thought
A glaring red instant
Remains
as the incomprehensible
dream of
e
m
p
t
i
n
e
s
s
.
The petal has rivers
long opulent light against the breast
solely swirls in silent colors
my skin upon the sky’s skin –
certainties are wrestling
over collapsing possibilities
the leap has a tinge of sorrow
the chain rattles
a river of petals
aging
on an empty
course to bliss.
.
Beyond Language 
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