Various Angles, Indefinite Edges

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Nausicaa 360

Trembling stars we are looking
Looking oh, you, quickly rocket
A match to your resistance
The rain is answered
We are blind

You set fire to the golden fabric
Time melts away
We have sinned against our own eyes
We have strangled out answers

The gentle lip tastes the stream
Of your glancing, dancing bent
From some yet undiscovered color
Everyone cries
Wading in shame those
Worthless souls of the pardoned

The night is shot full of solar systems

River of Ecstasy

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Nausicaa 359

Passion leaned too far back
And fell dead
A knee in the light gives way
To a certain tingling feeling
A breathing in and out
A delicate heart pauses
Then dances away without so much
As a promise on the lips
When looking up from a drawing
We fall
Into difference
We swear our eyes to secrecy
And go back to sleep.

It is always like this
When the dance begins.

The Sun of Daedalus

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Nausicaa 358

If he saw
The day and followed it
Into the heart of wild sacrifice
If he were not so different
If he stretched out and
Gathered
All the world into his little hands
If he locked the door and walked out into the morning
If he only asked the name of beauty
Silence would bring down the twilight

We thought we understood
Least cruel love
In holding it- it became filled
With the happiness of knowing the
Falling have finally fallen
And come to rest

Aun Aprendo

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Nausicaa 357

The window of the loved
Newly painted with dreams
Lies quiet, lost, covered in thoughts
Of white and light and saying that things will change.
And they do, for some lovely moment
Where we would see to the far side
Of morning and
Make our confessions into poetry
To be read aloud in luxury
And passed around and
Worn simply like a veil
Or a badge
Sent up to fly and too soon to disappear
To be found again in ribbons
At the seashore moving
With the evening light.

Goya People

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Nausicaa 356

The throat falls along the way and faltering
In silence tells a dozen odd stories
About the night
About something aloof
About sparkling eyes
And merciless tears
About the stars and pieces of jealously
About laughing lightning
About looking back
About the frame of the heart
About thunder
About sex
About hidden rage
About how, in an instant, we can be so wrong

Quiet voice you bring up thoughts never dared
You build this tower and close the walls in around yourself
You cast aside the day
And mould some cold night in
This image of cold and confounded wound.

The Sticks and the Stones

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Nausicaa 355

The enormous look
Finds the tongue in suspicion and
Winds its loveliness around the eyes of the moon.

Then looking down
It watches the setting sun and
Quivers in the dark, waiting for time to begin.

We are ready to give in to desire
We are ready to drink at the shrine of irritation
We are ready to give thanks to the quiet

We would rather fix the grave with flowers
And collect the legs of the missing
Instead we go out to find our voice
And explain our sensation of fire
And listen with our hands in our pockets, once more,
To the song of loneliness

A Walk In the Desert

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Nausicaa 354

A vision of time
Kissing a baby’s head
Running, tugging glorious
Gnat, too old to be nervous
Too young to see the difference
Raised from hell
The throated face races
The radiant flash of eye, bought
With concern, wished away in gentle
Mischief. We watch them go by and note their passing
Their goodness getting on our nerves
Their smile leaves us wondering,
Irritable, caught like prey in their admiration,
We drown with only our teeth to name us.

Underneath the burning mile the rose loses its radiant nature.


(Bloomsday, June 16, 2010)