Wednesday, January 21, 2015

mercury voices



in the stillness of this evening
cool not cold
breeze not wind
standing 
under 
this
black-velvet wonder dome
black as a wet river stone
a corvids feather,
black as grief
black as an Elvis Cadillac 
brilliant diamond night 
stars crystalline sharp
regard ....
brilliant
standing
veiled 
myth & rhyme
everything; 
god-gaia-oneness, beauty
forgiveness, need & hole-ness
winter's quickening pulse
and the rightness of one
. . . this is my intimacy, my touchstone
standing 
in the stillness of this evening
under this black sugar sky
with the quiet acceptance that my north star is
where you are


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