Down the hidden, prickly, summer, dirt trail
Awaits opiate lilies valley prostrate;
Sleeps elapsed sky in the lake arms…
Do you hear…
…breath of moving stars
Touching fractions of the lost pine forest
Between squared county road lines?

Dark woven spilled teary load,
Laced in an aerial night
Dominated by the
Waxed moon sorrow mask–
touch is pale
white fingers light stares
over the crimson charged bruise
smashing lily of the valley gong bosoms.

Down the hidden, prickly, summer, dirt trail
Awaits opiate lilies valley prostrate
Sleeps sky enthropy in the lake arms

Let me dive
And puncture the joule bubble
Of this bottled seltzer night,
Puff the time arrow,
Collapse the galaxy Turtle curve,
Let all be the beginning,
A cosmic elemental wave
with no mass
Thoughts with no brass of the past
Or Time decay
Vacuum
Energy loss
Till night blossom explodes
vast
into a hurl play
of the black field
where we inhale
again
time within time

First published on July 4, 2012!


Irene Hardwicke Olivieri, Art
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