Some of us did such and such in response to the endlessnessMore
Tag Archives: revelation
Poetry Scribblings
Poetry the same but different, as in the beginning so in the endMore
Cuts
Decisions cut across time. We never make a decision that stays put and does not travel somewhere–upward, downward, outward, inward–after it is made. Decisions are made to move, to move us, to move the world, and to keep moving themselves. So the incision of decisions regards not only the cutting away of other options but…More
The Manner of the Yolk
…the yolk would spin and turn shapes and altered colors…More
her stillness made me heave
Every being demands attention, and every being is a vortexMore
Let Him Be, Let Him In
What to do about this uncanniest of guestsMore
I do not know
The breakdown of my clevernessMore
Internet, Friends
“which of you is capable of friendship?” – ZarathustraMore
Enough, or, Let Them Be
The author of the world put down his pen and said Enough! I have had enough of this, since it goes on ever in the same way. Just a little change, the tiniest change, would do some good, it would do a world of good! So he got out his tool kit and contemplated to…More
the forever of unsure
It was impossible to be precise about itNo one felt anything definiteThere wasn’t any announcement about the thingWhen it happenedWe understood nothing of what had happenedTo us. We would have been afraid to sayAnything about it but the fearWas unpronounced, a vague stirringInstead we watched the earth shakeThe sky change into colorsUnimagined until now, now…More
Far-Flung and -Flying Cages
On life, our thoughts and our trying to write themMore
Now we live in a world where hope is gone
…a hope that is…is no hope at all….More
There was nothing left of the world
Only the dreadful was left.More
From the Vault of Dust
Dust, dust everywhere, and its movements entire worlds and shapeless defining and redefinition of worlds. Every speck of things a brilliant possibility, even the dust swept aside and beneath things beckoning to unheard of possibilities.More
When the madman finally made it home
Sometimes we mistake a shadow for what is alive. Sometimes we mistake the living for a shadow.More