It's Elemental

Tag: Wings

  • do not think about this

    do not think about this

    Do not think about this on Prezi

    footprints

    do not think about this
    it is not here for your pleasure
    not waiting self-less
    for some deathly embrace
    as if it were not already perfect
    and rising starkly, gently behind you
    perusing the pages of your eyes
    passing no judgment

    straighten your back
    and fly into the sunset
    as you were meant to –
    objectless, void, unsundered
    by the sheer presence of its wings
    will you be lifted
    footprints trailing clouds
    into what has always known you

    pulling the threads of your heart
    it makes your fists close hard
    about what you can never grasp
    the light to your shadow
    a silence around your music
    forgeless and forging
    you become its thoughts
    it is no it
    I AM

  • falling horizons

    today I stand on the horizon
    beyond the vast, known spaces
    my steps tracing a Moebius membrane
    as the white sea pours through my heart
    no there, no past, no unwanted memory
    –all swept lovingly into the waves
    seeds for waiting oysters

    did you know that I could fly?
    I didn’t either until the wind caught my wings,
    and the rock’s weighty tomes fell ponderously away
    like the unexpected removal of an atrophied, forgotten limb
    the only thing between my life and some great height

    it was the sound of the air rippling behind the gulls wing,
    the inevitable pulsing call of invisibly present stars
    –shining. always shining  
    and I eagerly ask

    who is singing the song that calls the fruit to bud?
    what whispered word ripens them? why must our ears be so ignorant?
    does not silent nature speak with my mouth?
    touch with my porous skin? cry these salty tears?

    nature, like an atrophied, forgotten limb, has been removed
    –or perhaps I am the limb of nature,
    which, only newly awakened, cannot yet know its mother  
    for I usurp her ears, her skin, her tears,
    assume them like a mask stretched taught over this shifting body
    while I forget how my wings lift me up
    though their rhythm ever flows on

    which is why I am here, cradled by the rocks and wind
    endless waves spread out before my dangling feet,
    waiting to reach the horizon

    sea meets sky


  • down they sing

    down down down inside there is a silent speech
    you sense it with your fingers as they absent-mindedly clasp
    the empty space between your palms
    a holding on to something that never was
    the words are unlike these, and your eyes cannot fix them
    into harsh dualities of coincidence
    cannot shatter their glass frames
    and spill them into false awakening,
    for they are too alive with movement and carelessness
    too bursting with their own unconscious
    to be forgotten by your recognition
    swayed no longer by pointed barbs of attention
    you slip unknowingly into the place you always were already
    the lemniscatory pulsing of the arteries
    a sonata played on your inner organs
    frayed concepts dissolving in your living words
    like salt into the warm liquid of time
    no longer obeying your self-congratulatory epistemology
    nor your heroically reflective meta-stases
    by which of course we can only mean

    but you know what I mean
    because you read now with your fingers, your breath
    your earlobes and your wings
    the sleepless ones are here
    joyous in your sleep
    sowers of your dreamless dreams
    singers of your wordless words