... Applachia ..., ... beauty ..., ... experimental ..., ... life ..., ... love ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... relationships ..., ... the South ...

A Dream Moment Over Coffee As You Were Reading Across The Room

it is a great life we live-
the weathering of a man
the patina of woman
it is a great life we love-

this is the shimmering,
the seasoning of days,
spices from stardust which
salted this fertile earth-

who knew a planet was
filled with savor?
who knew love would
spin from nothing to everything?
universes in a glance
of Irish green-

the Whirlwind has found
her place to nest in my head-
twirling is something
invoked with a kiss.

it is a great life we live
you and i,
spinning, tumbling, billowing then
crashing against the stone
into cool salty spray
thinning, becoming, blue, gone.

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strain of stars

if i had ever seen anything
before, it was nothing like
this. the black, flat sheet
of night had lifted and
i saw my place inside the orb
of Everything, the empty sky
concaved, and there
we were, suspended in between
a billion here’s and there’s
by a tiny invisible
thread. or, resting on the
shoulders of an invisible
Atlas, who has not yet
heaved us into the Oblivion,
and so we float about
the grandest spherule space

it was then
i felt small enough
to die and not regret
my own life. every
memory carved into
Atoms, and bound together
with what? i am a Galaxy
teaming with life,
my surfaces are oceans,
and within and without,
time is my ever shrinking
Constant, the wrist watch
worn by my Grandfather,
and given to me, is worthless
anywhere, but here.

so when i have died
let the hum of the Cosmos
be my dirge,
the strain of stars
my threne.

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the speedless welkin

i am everyday
here in imagination
auspiciously flowering,
forever falling through
some larger star-dotted orb.
the speedless Welkin
opens up before
my breadth; we are
solace and calm seas.
we are evergreens,
roots tangled into
the possibility of
one tree, on one
plot of solid, anointed
Earth. worms below,
birds above, flying
like fish to angels.

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she is supernova

starlight sleep-
this is what i know of her love,
beaming coruscations erupting
forthwith. without delay.

she is
supernovas. she is
fascinations and
things frilly and
iridescence. she is
collapsing, into my arms.

see a new constellation has
formed and i have
a new North.

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just another morn’

we awake to the
pink Chroma of dawn;
suffused across
underbellies of
pendulous clouds,
hung perilously in
an upended sea
of roseate glass,

night-
time is washed away
by morning tides

scintillating castaways
adrift on
the Ocean of space;
each star, flung
haplessly overboard-
slowly sinks to nothing.

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warm reckon

we talk in science
about fire-

rapid oxidizations
and this and that
and what if
in simpler
terms fire was
the conversion
of matter
into light.

we all came
from light
whether by
stars or
Him who
is Light.

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