…yet they persist
deep wells within the dark
to rise
like bubbles from the sludge
mid loch
slow mercury ascent from fathoms
centered in the earth
emerging painfully from Giea’s groin
a hive queen
fed with silver Grails
the royal honey
from the place of dreams
sedentary spewing out the larvae
for the coming hordes
the mark of beasts
He man g o ma
placed within
without
crossed swords of blades
upon the spine

the visions come in random
forced by generation’s marks upon
the body and the soul
the visions flow
and force the like to form

tattooed callings at the waters edge
and wait my turn to tell the shrill cry
Merbird sighs
“Submerge and be!
Put here
your hand with in the wound and see!”

then dive beneath the foam of swift reproach
and flinch with scoff and tides
that say the malady will soon subside

what are these portraits
lightening strikes of space and time
that haunt the waking dreams
they taunt
and tease
and find us on our knees
in thrall
proclaim their beauty in the dark
and mock our fall

the form we share
as all
is singled out to hear the whispered call

And oceans flowing from those I’s that sea
Return and speak again
To that part of the you that’s me

your wrong
it will always be heard
...and i never tire of the deep rumble
bridge o sound
whale song
Solomon's
rider of the seas
from pole to pole
with ear to shore
or inland in the maze of mountains
i am here
attentive to the inner makings of a heart
...and cry the rush of creation
assured the he is well
and suffers his own addiction to life
blessed be
blessed be the He

What else but silence
Curious tilt and scowl
Noting lithe limb and silken skin
Mild morphing under luna light
On random nights
Music breeching through the tethered trees
A slithering
Soft deep massage upon my weary stance
Whats this?
Attending angels to the whims of heart?
Imagined kindness
There upon my brow?
What now
The nature of the lifting tried and true
Mer e counterpoint to earthly treasures
Who knew
Natural as the morph from birth to death
A single breath
Remains within the metaphor
Of paths to doors
Linear prisms seen now through
Long holographic hours
Elementals
Korrigans in trees
And me upon my knees
At Monsalvat
Waiting on the unicorn
Again
And again