I say nothing new
something so visible seen hardly lining
lapsed edges at the eye
something so deep set
below the surface of the heart
lost never
hidden behind the edge of the world
in golds and pinks
last illuminating the inevitable
approaching darkness
something written words stretch
endless as compassion
of the something I say
nothing new
the somethings needed said are nothing new
bodies born bear light the something stretching
from our palms
waiting in the self of shadow
of hope
watching love
wondering how we say
the something of the
i say nothing new

Fall from Grace?
not i for thee or we
for fall forfogs forever beginningness
and beginningness is ever endlessness
and endlessnessbeginningness
is never to know
never to moving
so my time
down desert streets
beneath black crowned horned
crumbling kapital king

skylines

march u&i forevernesses
the grace from which we do
not never fall
above in blue lavenders
violet petals stretching
to fill the expanding forever palm of the soul
to know of which
the grace never can one fall

Still Ghosts

I
skies forever are to have had
blues too endless in reflections;
the yes of eyes in a world made new

II
in hush forsaken country roads
left lonely forgotten lamp posts dimming;
a stillness
known in light cast against forever seeming shadows

III
on the foots of approaching sun rise dancing
waltz illumination - subliming;
now
where still ghosts lay within
within begin to move again.