ascenta studentof the Orphean schoolknew (once lost)love was: vain corpse, content to study her own form's dissolution pale shade, unreachable in the dark lack of /lungs/will to breathe/nothing/failed to learn the utmost lesson: not that one must not look backbut that:old love cannot be forced to live in the same skincannot be dragged to the subway of the nerves by a leash rope of words sung however pretty however desperate
soma- sonnet 1I envy the sight of youbecauseI know that the lightwhich mocks the unshuttered rooms of my eyeshas touched your flesha thousand timesbefore my handshave even hada single chance
nostalgia- deceptive currencywe have traded beautyfor comfortvaluefor convenienceI fearwe have lost our last mark of gracegambledin this modern bargain
mitochondrialI:broken downto thesticks and stonesofpast building onpastbuildingonon/offun/common codea 3 dimensionalstroll ina 4 dimensionalgarden(o, there were thorns even in eden)myultimate motherlies cradleddeep withinmy cellsstirring slowlyceaselesslythe tideofmy becomingwhispers achemicalincantationturning meinto a strangera million timesa minutecracking medownto thepoison ageparasitic evolution:even slow running waterhastens to fallin blind leapsguided by themumur/memeof aeons
not any porttime to pause:what's outside the door?who's tapping on my sensibilities?the only oneto crackfrom my ragewill be me.tension/vectors:pressure buildingfrom inside out.a harbor of calm inside my home,a golden-light, swaying/rocking waves, safety-blessed embrace.outside my front step:the raging sea.the small boat knockedflat, submerged; unfair waves.dark sucking sky.unbalanced:how to reconcile?cannot let goof the golden chainleading to the one,my light tower,my harbor keeper; anchor.standing inside my gate,leading me homeyet again.
memorexperimentationIt's uncanny,but I think it's working.The whirligigsin the back yardsoaked up summer.You can travelwithout moving,and speak for everythingwithoutopening your mouth.
leannas evolutionbentbrittleriddle facea soulwithout a shellto call a home:a costly kind of freedomstop:the vapor breath shock:so far from hereto thecold grey countrybeneath my feeta spittle flecked truth:"you come from a fish"(i come from the sea)we, ocean's orphans,dropping scalesglitter trailofnucleotidesour vestigial homestill seepingfromour eyes