when I don’t breathe
the cosmos we’ve created
through my retinal vein
of atomic import).
with the first gasp back
in this reality’s artifice,
I’m captivated by you
and I rejoice…
(don’t say it)
there is too much
in this mirror world.
how dare you
acquit me of
in a hidden room
spawn x-ray images
actualized only to those
through invisible windows
(while torpid gravity
compels quantum states
Alexandria evaporated in flame
(Cleo’s consort turned out to be
the wrong reptile,
Embers of knowing take flight;
dancing in starlight,
bounding across desert sands,
(a final gambol through
and settling in, on the Peninsula.
They burn slowly, on the Moor.
Wisdom of every love prior lived,
is a Siren song
to the Moth;
she gasps with the blood-pulse to her wings
and curls into a smoldering embrace,
finding a Universe
Infinity, a cloudless day
seen states away,
territories apart from first set drifting,
A body lies.
Curved, untwisted, face up and certain,
Knowledge of rooted back and wispy elongations to
dust the stars themselves.
No matter where I may wander,
My soul is, solidly, home.
I saw the Moon and thought of you:
A reflection of the life I walk,
A reflection of the reality I’ve made.
The dreamers’ muse that sings her song;
The song of laughter, that echoes
Tears of longing falling in my path;
(the reflection of two worlds).
Tomorrow, we will hold hands, my Moon…
To dance our dance.
Tonight I dream; your light is my guide.
known to both (pretend language),
At the carnival in the floating world,
trickster tengu endow The Paladin with
the calculating heart
of a thief,
and claim the bearded lady
(Huntress in her own right)
for his Twin Flame.
Thus, she burns eternal
with light that – even as shrouded –