Attraction Cum Being
A hole in the dirt & a seed in the wind
are we. Ask the sun, life or death
come to nothing without this gravity.
ubique et nusquam
In the nusquam it is ubique opening the dust: to die from death
this love like the life of grasshoppers; its spoil, a constellation of stars
that ruin the withdrawn; its embryo, their havoc at death whose remains
may close into the heartfelt; its usefulness to open waste & make
the charitable everywhere, for nowhere is the lack of it, nowhere
is eternal dark.
Just Dark
To a star born again, the radiance of love is the endeavor of death,
for love is that which brings to light, everything. Without it there is no
rush of the emptiness to swell those to swarm. Without it there is no
sun embryo.
Sex Is Forever
The dead conceive & God goes to seed here in me, so pause & come
to a knee—behold the offspring of eternity.
Baby Blue Eyes
Ishmael
empty dark is the need of light & those who desire those who need the dead
want it as a pine wants the wind or as the drowned in the watery hole beneath
so as to go longingly—the everlasting kept alive by this inscrutable coffin
Western Fence Lizard
Prove Your Self
There is an ignorance we are the truth of. To see it,
get down on your hands & knees & look longingly.
A Growing Universe
Fruits of the tree of Love, such as death & sex, are ripe ovaries of excess
that make a flower extant. Out in the fecund emptiness they conceive
the everlasting, these consequential seeds of decay & increase
whose engendering the great Tree of Dark intends. Let the perished
be infinite & the eternal, a day---manifest in every sealing
of the buried ovule are immortals who open & swarm a flower
with conspicuous ecstasy!
Solum
The Nature Of Nothing
Love is the crucial presence that “being away” anticipates. Absent the sun is its prior sentiment. The emptiness come to life in death, is Love extant—wait for the world to turn away to find its conspicuous, excessive darkness.
Great Horned Owl
To Come Between Is How Love Matters
The A of alive is not the A of absence, yet absent it, a matter of Love has been removed—a being away that means to be found. The live of a wolf spider is absent such an A when deprived the presence of God, just as the A of absence is live with emptiness & immortals deprived the relics of novae are only live in it.
To be alive is to recover it. The dead are live till they have found the dark ground & to be at a loss reveals this, like a fertile valley reveals a mountain’s lively death.
Absent it is like a river live with sediment.
Pick up a rock & look for a relic still live with immortality. Go to the mountain & behold a matter of Love (this promised land) live with the everlasting.
