Alterity

Brokenhearted from what you’ve lost;

What can make you whole again?

You scream till your voice is gone,

Like a butterfly out of captivity

Knowing anything can happen any moment,

Flying to white gates of memory.

Should I shatter your frozen death

At the place where mercy reigns?

You’ve seen it all and it’s so cold

But you’re dreaming of those days,

A beautiful heart, a work of art. 

Litera

Cast through a wicked whirling portal, flailing

Among stardust and murky acid ink spots,

Not daring to breathe lest I shatter

In this swift loss of vibrant lands.

Now place a new, traversing dusty roads

With a red book of lover letters in hand

To seek echoes of your wandering soul

Amidst lies of love and dark dreams.

Memory may be trapped in old stone

And your cruel prison has no solid locks

But your words write a narrow way
And I hope they’ll lead us back home.

After Atiloquence

Time has unraveled as undisturbed borders alter shape

Without source, unquestioned by primordial trees,

For they merely observe from their safe eugeria.

But I dwell in alterity, aliferous without a sky

Or dreams to bring alleviation…so sleep is desolate

And I suspend in the achorontic expanse of glassy stars.

All my atiloquence falls lifeless to the lurid land

And in a swift sweep, my kilderkin is revealed,

Possible once this crystalline sphere has deliquesced,

So I flex my abandoned wings and linger awhile more.