Tag: poetry

How the earth becomes
Infinite in all of its
Endless finitude

Blast from the Past:

The waters flowing
Into the place out of which
It originates

Thunder questioning
The stones, arraigning the sky
Calling to judgment

Blast from the Past:

Maybe our stars are
Genuflecting to us for
Propping them above

I approach an abyss
That I am afraid
To learn I’ve been inside all along

Blast from the Past:

When you stare into
The abyss, are you really the
Monster staring back?

And now it is time
For sleep to come remove me
From this world

Blast from the Past:

Rain on my rooftop,
A thousand pearls spilling out
Beckoning me to sleep

Pampered Sisyphus
Resting on top of mountain
Fleeting peacefulness

Blast from the Past:

We construct, but
Nature just tears it back down.
Ornate sandcastles.

Raging and weeping,
Babel of fire and secrets
Foretells the coming

Blast from the Past:

A city in flames
Pitchforks are calling for blood
And no fire brigade

The authority:
Powers of good or evil
In control of what?

Blast from the past:

That which is hidden
Manufacture of the poor
Hypnotic power

In the midst of the
Fire of presence is a key
For the door of life

Blast from the Past:

A cleansing fire
Out of which will grow
The mightiest of oaks