timelessness

Creaking and groaning the body
Of this makeshift vessel voices
Discontent over waves
Time's terrible monotony

Flapping and billowing the past
Sails puff themselves
Out of proportion, resisting
The anarchy of waves

Invisible and whining the future
Wind whispers
Its anxious song, breath
Of the unknown impregnating
Stammering sails

Is there
Is there a man
Is there a man I ask you
Who would tear his past apart
shred his sails
ignore the wind
abandon ship
To the timeless waves
Who would dare such destruction
Past nor future
The madness of waves

No, not a man
Not a man.

vulnerability

Write. So it hurts less. Write so as not to live. Write so as to die. a suicidal writing... Become child again. Let fortresses fall. Swallow the flames. Burn harsher than the pain. Shame it into ashes.

wandering the earth each a quivering site of unspoken fear potentially disintegrative the brink of implosion Pain – the universal currency of this species a dormant volcanic landscape steaming breath of disaster Who dares to feel without being crushed God could not hold such pain without fracturing creation the ear-splitting scream of a deity broken in pieces convulsions of possibility

Byron

Though my many faults defaced me,
Could no other arm be found,
Than the one which once embraced me,
To inflict a cureless wound ?

All my faults perchance thou knowest,
All my madness none can know;
All my hopes, where'er thou goest,
Wither, yet with thee they go.

Every feeling hath been shaken;
Pride, which not a world could bow,
Bows to thee--by thee forsaken,
Even my soul forsakes me now:

But 't is done --- all words are idle ---
Words from me are vainer still;
But the thoughts we cannot bridle
Force their way without the will.

The Healer

For Dr. J

As sighing salmon
Shoulder the world's sorrow
The weight of pain
Penetrates his marrow

Unable to turn his gaze
From the suffering shores
The ocean infinite feels
The slap of his oars

If he holds enough pieces
Of hearts that have splintered
Perhaps he can relieve
A world become cinders

He bears with the patience
Of those intimate with death
The cosmic wound of God
Marks his every breath

In his eyes a sea
Of tears is remembered
As they scan the pages
Of life’s little errors

The only way to know
Is to fail he always said
In the faces of the fallen
A bible can be read