SWELLING EXTENT OF CERTAINTY LIKE BRICE
nothing is bound at the wild hour of midnight
caterpillars circle Saturn's many titan rings
slowly and meticulously swimming between particles
of water and ice
and many new new moons
this our good fortune, a flood
a constellation of surprises
you and I dance the low dip
at base and spine
a fiery leaping trombone crest
lily spirit guides doused in peach morganite
this variety of beryl is more than empty
TOWARDS SPRING AND NEAPS
we speak of alignment but wait, a torque
an ah ha moment of right angles both congruent and obtuse
figure it out
around peaceful concocted conditions
tourmaline and pyrite follows
boat humor, chards of animal protein
Thor god thunder splicing pivoting defying sea
what is under this shallow silence
an overcast earth at a quarter moor moon
pardon me and sane Louis
TAWNY
what a vista
the amalgam field is a branch of celestial communication
channeling the fierce waterways
drifting windswept tidal satellites ladle the length
a malleable abounding clay so moist, smooth, and ravishing
on this I found a dousing stone
a bright sign of sunset
spirit quartz sings through crystal bowls
contacting the inner most decibels of infinite sound
SEA RATTLE
I heard fancy curse, now the door is agape
bengal snow talons and rock crystals swallow muddy earth
clamor locked in by the sheath of high tide
silvery midnight
a curtain tail of disbelief
jabs fair and gentle and tender
falling horse clams, a type of hail swatter
clementine liquor bright
effable eye cockle
it will happen slower
after the marine design is finished I promise
grey hearts will willingly open
ECHOING EYE OF LIBERATION
it is time to wake up
a yawning vortex of seeing has opened up
true to nature
I was chased by 8 walls of waves, drowned in sound
a scroll of charcoal drawings
this pacific underneath daylight
soaked by the dandy dew
dripping, lapping, fawning, what will vapor the air
spring and moses
the watercourse way libation
down river to flow
so glorious still
IVORY SOULS OF ZION
appeared like the tide delivers
on the wings wants
a rainbow, a double rainbow
dainty sounds
calmed the pending storm
tied to nothing but the chatter of the wind
rustling through open sea
