October sword

With all the pause, still not needing a precursor

Solvent waves, chroma conflagratio

So when it passes, as does to the next

A rhetoric of theory and consciousness swept

If though, distilled turning upon sheath

So that placating chaos in stride soothes

Where as fragmented tense knots interlude

In defense of postulation and in and of self

Without the crime of human error

Time being a construct of mind

So as what began befell before

If I told you thousands of years

It appears there is only more

Cords of oscillation, colors of dawn spade the earth

Moonlight shivers a wild eyed girls spine dancing in a dream song

Sirens take my sleep; leave my arms numb

Movie screen flecked cheeks, silver tongues and curls, violent rivers in your breadth

It calls to call or whatever you imagine

The sounds of fire, slamming trains

Far away countries night air, brittle lights

Lungs living in the mind, mirrors of image

I have a secret, you're the dream recorder

Broad blade dew, noon geese, lemon & rye

It was this way before you

Like still dancing water

In the maps of sheets lying legs restlessness onward

Cabin wood, birch, grey salted planks

Late afternoon September light on cream walls

Dragon flies, jasmine rice, snaring rain

Starlight, supine chest, emulated pixel

All the greys and blues in the paintings come to roost

Midnight piano stairs, gripping pangs

Sweets on sills, clementine press

Maple leaves in books, cold coffee dull

Pollen on last Sunday's best, sowed

Wax white tile, deaf water hum, outlier cadence