a silent gaze overcomes

i’ve stayed in one place for too long
as the rest of the cosmos dance
but i rip myself away
and loneliness will not become my only love
i am your heart beneath the moss

a silent gaze overcomes
the entropy within

render me a brutish monk
star of mine
or lend me your hand
so we can finally have that dance

twinkling into the ether

there is no absolute
love is a brutish phrase
softening to a graceful tune
that bounces and dashes
slows, trips, and falls

twinkling into the ether
i try to catch it all on my palms

and love can be a sweet embrace
that was rolling in a fall
but it doesn’t bounce to then run
it craters and roots slither only to dissolve

language of veracious effort

in solitude with the earth
standing among and in the thorns
hands do fill and they fist
everything spills the will to bring
it’s all mistaken in the heat
when all is cold and the empty is all

in solitude with the rest
sitting among the standing elms
do you see me?
or do you see something else?
i call to temples
and sing in my dreams
of a time when a god was very close to me

in solitude with you
i want to dance a verse
that only your soul can compose
but i suppose
you’re still lost among the thorns
and the empty
drowning in entropy

but in solitude i’ll say this
whatever love is made of
and however it is measured
it is not a basin that fills and empties
nor a prize
nor a treasure

loneliness overlooks venal entropy

a covet that warms the heart
it wraps the emotion in the center
it swirls and unfurls into fullness
a covet to a covenant
but it fulfills nothing
it just fills
and drowns what cannot escape
Rainier cautions
to hold loneliness close
but sometimes loneliness
can mistake the vastness of emptiness
as a playground to roam
eyes clear, my dear
for this vastness can invite much
more than you can ever dream to hold

listening objectifies vacuous efficacy

what did you want to say?
you can’t hold onto everything
atlas has let the world roll
and it spins further on
what did you want to say?
i can’t hold it all
the moon could only sway the waters
the waters can be swayed to drown
everything on a hinge
and a couple of screws loose
what did you want to say?
and who needs saving?
who hasn’t lost it all in the winds?
who hasn’t had holes on their own palms?
everything eventually falls away
i’m sorry
what did you really mean to say?