ESCAPE FROM EDEN FALLS

Under the ridges 
of unfurled magnetic 
schematics working their
magic in collective tides.

Rendered beyond 
the coldest fringes 
stalking the tragic on
their retrospective rides.

Sacrosanct thy presence 
in the crowned wake 
of an eternal sunrise 
on the other hand.

Of darkness let the rays 
cast down be reminders 
illumination may also 
come from the damned.

They say you have never 
seen obscurity like the lost 
ones in the caverns who 
must betray the light.

Indigo droplets 
form for all those 
who enter the void 
and escape into night.

The minimal bead has
captured the inverted 
sky and mirrored it off 
our own blackened eyes.

The multifaceted compound 
flower of panopticon 
stares into itself 
at every focal point.

Drowned into a yawning 
crevasse unzipped along 
the stepping spine 
of its own device.

A factory's evolution 
of reassembled parts 
can never reach a true
symmetry of outcome.

Over the fallen 
waves receding into
the rhythmic imbalance
of periodic ice.  

MIRROR

behind the veil
of stars we can see
hides the night
of eternity among
these folds remain

the very ones
we can reach out
for with our finger
tips with eons
left before they
grow to yield
their sentient fruit

that light the shroud
of a ghost that has
found itself yet
to be born

THE HIDDEN HUSH

If there is any such thing as silence
Where on earth would we find it

So long as we remain alive here
If not inside the deepest, darkest cave?

Even nestled down within a lightless cavern
We'd mistake the colossal subharmonics for quiet.

And Death itself will not offer us this complete peace.
By that time, we will no longer be listening.

THE OTHER VOICES

for Al Attanasio

 the mirror-people escaped 
from their self-portraits

   individual droplets 

comprising a much larger wave

   creatures of a greater dynamic
whose crest disappears when examined

  the waves of a myriad individuals 

so long as they do not interfere

what breaks down 

into a higher order
 
   the reduced forms who peer

 over  their own event horizon

growing into a greater array

   to look back from whence they came

  broken down from an ionic compound 

and reconstructed by electrostatic forces

  the electrically insulated beings 

of a highly conductive experience

  the few freed electrons of a greater surge 

that made it through the slit

salt to sparks

   sparks to salt 

STARCROSSED

From high above the earth I've seen
a shared view with the eagle's keen sense 
of focus a darkened tower of cloud bank shining, 
& beneath its bower prosaic beams of sunlight 
engrave an inscription of steam on the land 
underneath unveiling a dream whose vision 
bequeathed to mine eyes held aloft 
of the glorious scrying, the difference between 
those living & dying, though seemingly occupied 
on the same land and on happenstance meetings 
intertwined by the hand are in fact in a fleeting 
transition of fate whereby sharing the meadow 
on each other's date is entirely besides the point 
as of late, for each bending vista that reflects 
from their eyes is a seperate world under 
differing skies and the dream shared between them 
an illusory lie as they whistle together hand in hand 
down the path oblivious to the contact in defiance 
of the wrath of the moment illumined by the Sun. 
The intergalactic contact is over the moment
when our clasped hands come undone.