Unburied Papyrus

Embroiled in the enigma of existence in more strange & unsettling times, one must hold onto the miracle or risk becoming one of the walking dead. These entries are a poor approximation of my life & the wonders that pass through my spirit. If I could communicate properly how much I love you all & assign a tireless list of evolving names that fit I would, instead I offer these random reflections.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Indifference

Scrollwork swings in the silver,
lost love twirling in shells & turquoise.
The pressed form of a female rises
emanating waves that soften blows.
A cool breeze drifts cross misted neck.
To find me use bare feet.
Climb the tallest tree
& gaze over valleys & stream
thru fogbanks past mountains.
Every wear becomes some wear.
Rip thru fabric
cleancutting.
A bandage exults
with a palm of aloe.
Chosen from amongst the wreckage
trinkets to flip around fingers,
an eye that forever holds the storm.
A ravine where paradise encloses
the hard rules of nature.

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