[244] Light Dark


What is your view
On those things without hue?
Are they dreary or sad,
Droop like wilting willow flowers?
Do they speak of melancholy,
Of the artist’s wasted hours?
Or may they hold more subtlety, complexity,
Retaining their own power
To express things to you
That vibrance cannot?


[240] Cold Snap


Finding myself lost in this retrospect;
I always would wonder what you dream of.
And each morning when I would wake,
I still found myself dreaming on:
Creatures emerge of an ethereal plume,
They come of smoke into our world;
With this, I call myself the spiritdancer,
As my thoughts become as real as all else.
You sought them out, your spectral prey,
Chasing these dreams like I chased mine.
My dear old friend, my little hunter,
Do you know what became of their essence?
What of yours, having earned your antlers?
Are you among them now, as I think of you?
May you be the master of this resurgence
We’re here to bring the world this dawn,
Before the freeze, this incoming cold snap…

[238] Haiku x14


see this concrete wall
it appears unbreakable
to all things but time

notice how the world
may or may not still be there
when you shut your eyes

walk forward blindly
what if you never collide
with an obstacle

wish this world goodbye
travel ever deeper down
down into the dream

forget directions
you don’t know “down” anymore
or where you came from

recollect a dream
or a moment, relive it
over and over

this happened before
or did it? you can’t recall
is this even real?

could you find the words
to describe the place you’re in,
how it makes you feel?

let this paradox
consume everything

words lose all meaning
disintegrate into glyphs
imagined meaning

drift through empty space
nothing here to grab onto
to change direction

pushing will not help
no control here anymore
save your energy

drained of energy
drift into a deeper sleep
all else disappears

wake upon the snow
there’s no context to be found,
just a concrete wall