Spoken into Creation [poem #586]

Is there a world to

find? The eyes, close,

mouth open, smile,

gnarling pearls inside

tongue pink and warm

holding, dreaming words

yet spoken into creation.


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in the darkest place [poem #582]

linger eyes

and look to me,

in the darkest place

where your heart

rots and corrupts

your soul, brain

no matter, soul

and bone, and

feathers shed

your wings torn out

don’t matter. linger

eyes and look at me

where your heart lies

in the darkest place.