Tuesday, May 20, 2014

direct to allium royal









writing comes syrup'd between
the orbit
of
right
and
mercury ...
pulsing
with the ever-present need for the taste of
honey-salt-sun upon my tongue
and …
the beat of the ordinary 
contrast contrast
of violet anger to sublime all-rightness
contentment voids the hand of ancient immediacy
pull of moon
weight of blood
life held in delicate fierceness
as knowing erases the solitary lines
gravity inked with sureness bold
folded in, rolled in … to me 
whole
ahh . .  the wind breaks the one o'clock hour to mark the repair
 … the recovery
sun direct
whole:
hole-ness
holiness 
pull of moon
rise
of
sun





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