Wednesday, 25 September 2019

far in parts

where you and i collide in
a galactic beaded night.

where the sighs of our ancient
moons will release a damp
memory over our shoulders;
we exhale stars and
deplete in their void.

i share my music
with the world before this
one. i am amplified in the
omniscient rubber of our
earths' latency.

you hid beneath me
and under me at the same
time. you fly above me
and over me during our
last cries- apart.

i die daily in you in us in me
in an underground ball
filled with our
dead.


Thursday, 12 September 2019

bat wings

fluttering up my dark spine
and flying under my insomnia
and when life threw curve balls
at me I moved away;
i am learning to play now
in soft fading moons i am
sleeping awake.

“One of the most fascinating insights by the remarkable poet William Wordsworth, is the natural revelation of the divine that surrounds us in childhood, which every child breathes in and is surrounded by all the time, and knows without knowing. Natural mysticism is the environment of childhood; it is what nurtures us. The child is exposed to the cosmic revelation from birth and infancy. This is the child’s world, a world that has a fresh, magical, numinous quality. For Wordsworth, children are born as nature mystics. They approach the divine, and are approached and enveloped by the divine reality, through the natural world. It is the medium through which they experience and process their religious experiences; it is their teacher, friend, and constant companion, the source of wisdom, value, and enthusiasm. They see all of life through this timeless mother before everything is interpreted for them in the categories of others."Wayne Teasdale 

fly through the nights my
light angel
and never, ever
land. 


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