Monday, June 15, 2020

Lantern



Under the unfathomable,
the immovable eye
suffers this distant touch.
I behold your multitudinous
selves rotting in the pool of
a stagnant light, blinding
every eye that seeks the sky
in the depthless mirage of time.

A dreadful hollowness lies in
this unsacrificial touch.
As your programmed arms
construct the human between us,
I bear this paralyzed love
sheltered under absent clouds
un-pouring rivers of tears.
How safe it is to be untouched!

Wednesday, May 13, 2020

Black Ink



In the beginning
there was an outbreak.
Everything is stained
now with time.
Past is an old and flat
photograph ― blotted.
Let me sail into your image,
spinning backwards
around this bygone word.
Our hearts and hues
are dispersed heedlessly
across an extinct future.
Self is just another tale.
Tonight,
with what do I wipe off
this speckled universe?
― inerasable.