Metanoia

looking into eyes
of two faced stories
one side voice
two side pencil

mingled footprints
walk garden morning
glories bloom to wilt
in parallel journey

tracing echo words
with dull points
chasing sentence
beginning from end

soul speak counts
lead mind hides
one hundred tears
falling from sky

running color revealing
pellucid waters
voice inhaled word
word exhaled voice

swirled in puddle
splashed in echo
story made song
walking into the duet

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The Evocateur

running tongues
along edges of time
I taste the language
of souls and consume
the words into rhyme

I sing in star spittle
dusting eyes
with shooting hearts
leaving heads in arms
of sight opened wide

nameless evocateur
purposed destroyer
severing binds
culling threads
tying together
the universal web

I dance atop
candle wicks
melting waxen form
into liquid pour

singeing skins
of skepticism
baring au courant
flesh of spirits born

nameless evocateur
purposed destroyer
severing binds
culling threads
tying together
the universal web

I run butterflied
through the field
of blooming dreams
a tear fallen dew
washing away disbeliefs

filling inside out
and downside up
auspex of light
silver lining shadows
as new constellations
in the starry above

nameless evocateur
purposed destroyer
severing binds
culling threads
tying together
the universal web

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Walking Mesa

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We are the moment between wind and earth,
the walking mesa of rebirth.

We are the seed layers of large tree dreams.
Powering the streaming of the spiraled life force,
we germinate light from the dark, giving deep rooted
knots the desire to realize their potential leaves.

We are the moment between wind and earth,
the walking mesa of rebirth.

We are the tears gushing forth, flooding old
rough passages through bottle fountain eyes.
We speak in liquid tongues, nourishing
the land, boundless energy in roaring
freedom. Lovers to seeds, from our connection,
the releasing of spiraled fertility.

We are the moment between wind and earth,
the walking mesa of rebirth

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Love’s Story

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Autopsy

Risen by the three stars of night
placed in the center of infinity
I became the beginning at the end of light

The last of blue sky opened in star spray
as the faces of creation looked through
and evolution’s gravity came true

Purposed by the first after last breath
the cellular chant ignited imaginal verse
and I became the life of passing death

I lept out of body and into air
reading words falling from eyes
umbilically joined with contrail ties

I found the center of seven star seas
and danced in the palms of angels
singing the psalms of universal-ality

They returned me home to take place
with the blueprinted markings of one
covering my new flesh in the veil of grace

Bard of the new language that binds
I voice as we the master songs
playing in the field in which all belong

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