In darkness

we protect the light

 

In blindness

we perfect our sight

 

In battle

we secure the truce

 

In doubting

—we ensure our truth

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

 

Memory has substance

for those athirst

a book never finished

whose pages reverse

 

Minute by minute

the moments burn

Igniting our history

whose ashes return

 

Memory’s sensation

beyond the five

Assuring our consciousness

we’re still alive

 

Formed in a vacuum

of fire and light

Stealing us inward

past seasons respite

 

Memory delivers

what stimulus feigns

A cloud in the desert

showering rain

 

Wrapping us tightly

in motion transformed

Buried within us

—keeping us warm

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

 

 

What is the age of reality

how many birthdays is that

 

Peaked hats and streamers wrapping the truth

candles relighting the facts

 

Wishing for the ultimate void

our consciousness offloaded clean

 

Clearing the way for the square root of now

—its present regifting the dream

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

Writing the words

imprisoning the words

 

Lettered confinement

—frozen in time

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

Religion becoming meaningless

when propriety goes away

Nothing to sit atop the lies

nothing to lead astray

 

Claiming the title to prophecies spun

each figurehead stands tall

To augment the legend of what never was

—as Divinity still calls

 

(The New Room: January, 2023)

Waiting with answers

to questions unasked,

a vacuum state appears

 

Smelling the ozone

feeling its weight,

all time reduced to tears

 

A newness reborn

a prophecy filled,

the words await unsaid

 

As what was created

before it was made

—returns to raise the dead

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

 

 

 

 

 

Nothing

can be its own explanation

 

Nothing

can leave itself

 

Nothing

can give dimension to time

 

Nothing

unsaid is spelt

 

Nothing

is nothing till something becomes

 

Nothing

a word unatoned

 

Nothing

that last page of unwritten rhyme

 

Nothing

—a temptress unknown

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

 

 

Music has a special taste

feelings lost in sound

Touching heard across the room

vision by the pound

 

References left unto themselves

choir boys in tune

Trading what they never had

tribute to the loon

 

One last chance to make the grade

masks come flying off

Darwin leaving Born in chains

climbing through the moss

 

Menageries have come and gone

kaleidoscopes diffused

Nomenclature chameleons

—confounded and bemused

 

(The New Room: January, 2023)

Life was born in the desert

but death came out of the sea

walking on all fours, breathing the air

—killing that never to be

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

 

Leonard Cohen…

an unfinished poem

blowing in the wind

forever reminding

—to start again

 

(The Main Point: January, 1972)