The diagrammed journey

Aquatic to breath, bobbing adrift

Passage to opening, the circle breached

Dark to light, shapes assumed

Flatline grey, to rainbow’s thirst

Pitch to buffer, endless registering

Breast milk, to sugar’s bondage

Dry skin, touch’s Morse code

Anchoring attachment, to an endless quest

The nuance of being, your will must be formed 

Choice is king, evil and virtue

Monumental battle, the river can never go back

To the origin of you

April

I ponder the beauty and the despair

The promise and the probate of reckoning

Neutrality will not work anymore

Slumber is naught

In the inevitable march of the sun

I am the hapless gardener of weeds

My determination a cloud of dandelion puff

Scattered, resistant to Lethe 

A Persephone eating my pomegranate seeds

 Half Life

The moment of fusion

When atoms split

Is the fatal ambiguity

Of April

The dark wood spent by now

Garners one last flint to spark

A beginning once more

Unconscious mimicry

Of a creator God,

That otherness straddling

Time and existence

Unfolds the petals

Of the other half,

The secret of death

 Tobacco

Sap of bliss

Tar of black holes

Stars’ lumens

At the end of fire

My universe of chance

 Rasping

I struggle to ameliorate  

The tyranny of senses

My devotions  

 A practicing subtraction 

 Of stony crops

I thought was harvest

The raised nibs of days

I took as endless, boring

But curls of life’s shave

Smoothed out to silk

My remaining breaths

Hunger for no more air

 I know the break

Fragments were once

Each of us

An unopened puzzle set

Every cove and jutting spit

A universe of sea world

Held on the tides’ bosom 

Alone and complete

The mosaic of tumbled pebbles

Your entire life

So small, so smooth

On its way to the sand kingdom

We built our castle

 The High Road

The altitude is dizzying

Your peak is out of reach

The alpine ridge’s gravelly path

A fall’s just teaching niche

For grace springs from

Dark redemption’s depth

And loathing is left to languish

On valley’s bottom bed

Alas, it’s lone and plain

Traversing on that path

I clip wings again

To be the better half