Repurposed idealism

Picture credit- David Cox,2008 Visualizing the Sieve of Eratosthenes 

Seeking - fleeting light and beauty in small hours
Searching - small margins for the bleakest of consolations
Reaping - enlightenment that was brought out forthright
Supplanting - only with a profundity of misgiving
Vacating - all sensing of making moments whole
Gripping - adrift some claustrophobic sense of belonging
Mourning - beyond the crest of well-scripted ideals
Burying - baggage of all hope and its remains
Watching - lines of your fingers intersecting
Blurring - in the first light of semi-conscious awakening
Drifting - in cold comfort, a voyeur of subversion
Praying - an opaque projection of sense and of placement

Internal compass



Passing through interminable spaces of grating noise,
enclosures of timed movement into back-lit shade
Shadows fell, driving a stake through a jaded heart,
uncovering the passage inside to the darkness or the light

Dual meaning and moments interchangeable -
it's all about which ride you're about to jump on,
how to define the role you stake
in this signature moment in time

A veil of smoke dropping from leering eyes,
staring into the gray-orange plasma maze,
drifting around peering into windows of idealized existence
Every day bears the weight of an unraveling scene

It drains the weight and drags its way
into the darkness that colors your context,
that shapes the inside of your eyelids,
that lives on larger than life

Passing through terminals in motion and in song -
pattern recognition of the unknown, unknowable
aspirations into total purity and context,
adjoining paths into some expanse of wonder or willingness

Pressing forward into the shedding of skin -
giving space for some unknowable truth,
its dimensions laid bare internal to eternal
through passage from the inside out

MM 8.16

In accordance with the shared vision (for Jonathan & Sylvia)

The days that we meet are the days that we’re born
           Enchanted lifetimes where origin is risen again 
           of the ashes from randomness or pain,
           or from pillars of understanding and enlightenment

We refresh and begin anew with the ones we love
           Raised of the love of our creator, creators, and creations
           Pathways reveal themselves though cloaks and shrouds,
           and illuminate through fiery incisions.

In journeys toward a maze or a riddle we become 
           the cycle we tune ourselves into,
           until some crucial moment turns itself inside-out,
           like the first break of sun into dawning skies

This is the moment when you two have become
           beacons in the die-cast mold of a hardened world,
           or reflections of color and illuminating beauty
           raised in the shine of your redemption and love

MM 7.16

Modern conscience

Strange dots distant on a horizon line 
Encircling approach without cause 
            Without pause 

Sewn and/or rooted into a frame of modern conscience 
In fellowship degrade, it’s shifting 
             It’s drifting 

Strange recirculation within tidal pools 
Entropic forces alive 
            Will metastasize 

The dirge of symbiosis grounds into a pattern 
Treachery of its passage, into scourge 
            Into birth

MM 7/16

Dark days beckon

Every dim-lit candle burns away 
wistful melting wax reveal, 
an ill-formed layer - cold-gray ash, 
the burnt calendar days and rotations 

Passing across a channel or walking along an edge, 
the brow beckons inevitably 
to barren landscape below, 
to time well-traveled 

Every dim-lit hand of minds’ decay 
watching in waste’s rotation, 
a permeation of broken ideas or trite remainders 
through worn pages, dimming screens 

Passing through some type of afterlife, 
some pervasive move into 
the post-mortem of certain ideas, 
to permanent reminders

MM 7/16