landscape

learn to create an edifice of stardust, roots in dark quicksand-

there is always as much to climb as it is to descend,

a constant rise and fall to the melody of the stars

this tree of life hums quietly to itself, its branches surrendering to the fabric of the skies

while roots dig deep into the core below

so are we, my love, so are we-

stretched between wasteland and infinity

our words the tools that could direct these clumsy manifestations

instead we use them to destroy, perpetuate a science of defeat

come on and rise

in silence, i sing to my spirit to be bare and weightless

return to the body it deserted, renounce this alchemy of fear

go easy on me, you know these chains of sorrow are plucked in deep

the spark that ignites them is still buried at your core

and i sing, voiceless, to the land i call my home,

nameless with a melancholy of perfection

recessional

the breaking points that you were architectured with

they hold, precarious, the structure of your downfall

always in possibility, a ghost sine wave

riding the marrow of your days

the tides overthrow you

watch out, fragile wanderer, for the storm beneath your skin

you're searching for an accident to throw you in the straight heart of things

your hands are restless, too weak to climb this ancient tree

you are okay, you are okay

barely floating, okay

your head too light, defying gravity, until your feet touch the sky, okay

your words hanging heavy in your mouth, too small to hold every drop of meaning

your tongue tied to your almost lover's 

okay

wake up to a dawnless day

a picture of emptiness in a body you don't know

i am mine, i am mine

staccato steps and falling eyelids, mine

hands that have yet to learn how to create, digging through the soil

they only find air

mine

there is an ocean of silence at the heart of me

my blood could be made of blinding light

if only i could grow roots in this foreign earth

or weave myself into an embrace, transparent to the ones i love

persuade me to be alive, build me an anchor to the sun

fire me up to the soul of that last star

but first, gift me back to myself

repause

fall asleep at the bottom of a river with your eyes open wide,

oblivious to the savage tides above.

fall into the arms of the sea like you fall in love-

this gentle current keeping you below,

safe from the wounds that breathing can bestow.

a quiet interlude to another world,

the sun playing through the water,

your hair a halo around your head

like you turned into a madman, or a saint.

here you can fall and never stop,

weave these nonsensical patterns to a halt,

change the course of rivers to the wasteland of your heart.

here you can be and not ask why.

soft ground beneath you, lullaby.

oblivion

you are a whirlwind, a storm

subsiding unto itself, crashing unfolding

its wild tendrils reaching out to bite,

oblivious to

the beauty they create

the void at your core speaks static,

darkening your edges, painting black

the corners of your vision; entranced, you listen,

enthralled, you give in

unaware, you wrap the waters around you,

dancing in their centre with spasmodic grace

everything you touch turns to

just what it was before it knew you

but touch me, and i will freeze

to keep the memory forever