visibility

 

Deep in the belly of Paradox

two eastern smiles, trusting

under the ashes

of a sputtering decade.

 

Brushing, blushing skin:

chemical sation for primal unrest

 

beginning

 

the tireless, crucial work of unmasking:

lean a little closer to the sun.

 

See spots of light

 

In my brother's eyes:

two years later

 

Orbiting the living room:

eight years old

 

Decorating raw eyelids:

see you through skin

 

See you soon.

 

Taurean silhouettes grow slow life

from missile dust, emery herds of coal

bring me back to my river bed

through god-castles, rose ochre and bruised.

2019.