Singularity

Leaf on the Wind

The Iron Surfer

Find that place

That center

Unsoiled by the day

The unsolicited violence

Of being so obviously different

In the quietest way

Go there

Shut the door

Listen to your heartbeat

Trace safety with your finger

Ward off what smells your blood

And catch your breath.

Neither dark nor light

Has a place there.

(1/15/14)

You who say
life is your own,
know you not my hull, my keel, who is captain.
My sail catches wind
swells to bloated
but every scrap of snapping canvas
listens not to my rising wail
Should I haul wheel port or starboard,
the waves think otherwise
and other winds than mine govern,
unseen crews man the masts
Can I tell you a tale of unexpected landfall?
Of barbarous waves?
Let me show you sunsets of
Gold and tarnished brass.
(10/23/13)

Babylon's Children