TRAPPED IN A COMMON DARK
schooled in flowers
matriculated in bombs
we're trapped in a common dark
hollow-boned with the midnight people
under the bearded earth with its terrible cuttings
away from the stone music of war
away from the empty eyes of ancestors
in a trance of blue-veined dreams
we learn the shape of dry space
and the liquid life below
as winds blow ashes of tomorrow
dust swarms through gusts of quiet
and light congeals
no tears to scald the snow or melt the peaks
no sound except the squeaking of a prayer wheel
not a heart beat is spared
not a funeral note
only the salt wash of the sea
its pitch and pulse
in the black center of time
MIRROR IMAGE
She's above me
leaning into the pond.
>From the still, clear water
I stare up
mouthing her words.
As I drift on the current
and beyond, she follows,
sinks a stone through me,
then extends her hand in invitation.
We exchange places.
Water covers her eyes, her mouth.
I inhale her
and I am cold. Very cold.
Peering into the blue facade
I shield my eyes
One reflection kisses,
the other kills.
She sinks through amber depths
into green awareness and then
rises to the surface
singing of a more transparent time,
wishes wished for,
granted,
and soon gone.
Night rises like dark wine.
Under the moon's bald eye
we float together, the shadow
of one lying darkly on the other.
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