The night rain is fracturing,
ascending in mist motes of morning.

parabolic,periphrasis

There is validation

in disintegration

privilege in the circumstantial fact of existence

We were not intended to witness
a thing but we witness, we witness
the circumnavigating

~

And on the seventh day

we locate grace and

it is enervating

~

A paradox: to be nullified,
to exalt. To love incidentally,

that human courage.

~

Yes,
that is what my heart
yearns to sing

to come to pieces
in the mellifluous diaph
of primal light

the oneiric descant:
the whole candent universe
an internal specter

~

women on the periphery of my
heart your contingent minds your
intentional kidneys and lungs
your brave itinerant souls lacking
a continent to call your own, so
lissome and lithe, such gratitude

~

In moments, the personal
is the transcendent, all
dissolute, so on the other
side are only silhouettes,
the hard exquisite bodies