Wednesday, September 5, 2012


Chutes & ladders of pulsing light
Wrapped in flannel white
Ethereal fragility felt
Impossibly delicate
Mechanics of design sublime & bone-china-fine
In this quantum pocket of night
Cradled & held in soft apricot light
Beyond the scope of this gather
crawls a maleficent  force
Intent on the rip & tear
Baring down with ropes of pearls, baskets of emptiness
And the sharp cut of destruction knocking, knocking ,,,
At once  . . .
Finally ::  i am AWARE
 . . .  of the magnetic awakening
Found in the paper-thin cooing of small things
To feel it all churning, grinding, riddled & intent
As an inky slickness looms, spreads
To know, see & feel the bitter-root of Mephistopheles
and to warrior that darkness
With the knowing purpose of starshine
Well, here we are.
Shielded for a brief spell
A brief captured spell
Here in this Oz-curtained human truth
Rest, nestled in this winged sureness
And may this tangerine veil linger forever between ...

1 comment:

  1. May the tangerine veil linger indeed...Oh Susie, you are shattering bad things and putting up good ones. Good one.