These and Other Questions

Did we share the same vision,

the same gravel to crack our soles,

same light ingraining colors

that alight movement in conscience?

Is language more than a vessel,

or voices draining empty in the herd,

burdened trampled feet depleted,

reverting to adjoining paths?

We intentions bent upon infringement,

illicit gifts sent inconspicuously

planted within a child's willful wonder,

positioned as a delicate inversion?

Is pain of loss held sway,

an examination of the entire screen,

meshing process - straining nuance,

commoditized, offered in prayer and digestion?

Does the reflected prism spread wide in rays,

or crystallize its vision into distillation,

like shedding light in dark spaces between,

offering payments of past?

MM 1/17

Imprints & Post-Scripture

Arrival, here to make peace again

merging and centering the vast cells, intense

indifference, or volatile repair

Compartmentalized, obscured visage

perplexing with vast lurking beauty of sea

layers lumbering in smuggled air

Refracted sky of approach

from atop in hypnosis the jagged horizon, time capsule

draining, displaying gray artifacts

Ulterior moments, gathering

pieces, divvying out staggered remedies to dose

the indifference with treacherous contracts

Pounding a fist to feel for the palm

the hours contained in a medicine dropper

mistaken, arrayed, half-life compliance

Conditions to which an edge, backed off

staring at a wall in comatose, a deep refrain

ingrains, imprints, reposes in trance

Arrival, all is here now

backfilled, forecasting and foreboding

forbearance of the nervous shell

Reshaping dense granite, cultivating

out of a spate of nervosity

and tended notion too quick to dispel

Receiving solemn lines

disseminating, dismembering time

partake in a body of rations

Dissolving illustrative dement

fortified in a text bound and spined

in falsity and overt extraction

Prostrate in parallel

sparked in duality, road maps maligned

malicious and buried, unregistered

Festered, hysterical and spurned

in dutiful margins grounded and carved

with acid and unruly pressure

Encased antiquity

imprinted tracts, en route its brutality

well-conceived and ill-figured

Slinking faux-worship, rewritten

in servitude, bowing and burrowing

parasitic fissure

MM 1/16

Temperance

The house in the trees along creaking floor,
with foliage caked on the cool wet pavement outside
Pastoral scenes marry across graying light
Comforting seats one might just melt into

Dominion held sway through revolving doors
Booming calls echoed across stately hardwoods
Dwelling in cellar, one's pervasive wonder
Cracked urgent mews beg for inside

Lovemaking subject to morning's intrusions
Living satellites orbit, gaining reception
Forgotten remnants reclaimed, revisited
Firelight colors a warming illusion

Places, bookmarks, and highlighted context
Foundations drop anchors, the soul's respite,
sometimes obscured in a shuffling dystopia
sometime roots of a moment's re-visioning

Oh, beckoning call of communion and challenge,
newly hatched plans - misguided wagers
Miscued sunlight filters hill and stream,
shines down to bestow a forge of friendship

MM 1.17

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