a portal

without my being

but a temporary state

something close to belonging

with such attractive sails

I am sure

I could be carried

into places new and whole

my mind wanders

-

but for the imagined dampness

what could my present circumstances sorely inconvenience

should I jump

not today will this gap be breached

and it was not

-

without my mind

silently begging

that you remain in harbor

three days more

the curved edges

my memory's display

grows rounder

sharp and characterized

my infrastructure becomes

cornstarch and water

the similarities

offering only momentary comfort

as I do

what I cannot perceive

as a positive force

pulls me once more

into those Dubai beaches

I am drawn

a space between

the intensity of difference

amplified chance

a continual push

into ephemeral circumstances

I proceed

imagining scenes

not yet rendered

I look forward

burdening myself

with painful hopes

the tender phrases

may my eyes caress

your sweet unknowable perfection

could a hole

in my puzzle fill

with a shape like M

my autumn bliss

aerial in perspective

they pick at it

the fractures in the glass of their own eyes

not today

perhaps

the strange night time heat

unknown in our space

rises from the well

lit path

roaches scurry on the edges

the line is reached

we work our way

backwards

a dull ache

swells among the masses

blooms in my skull

takes root in the soft

restless lethargy

cultivated

cultivating

in the nauseating growth

of the craft lake

city petri dish

the weight of too many

unprocessed sessions

amid windows brimming

filling like a glass

with evolving spiral patterns

smoke and haze

no longer can lift my mind

only fog filled visions

of a recently sunken

submarine

the peace is in the puzzle

necessity requires a recession

to see the oceans

brimming through your eyes

as I do

ten thousand cardboard pieces

make it so

my concern is for loss

of the transcendiary core

so quintessential

my treasured reason is

not at peace with it

here among the drabbest

among sanitary institutions

will a transfromative verdict be reached

by these warm soft tumbling

voices

the comforting drabness

mellow wheels of washers

whirring out the sound

a transformation of

the mind

a state of disgust

to comfort and leisure

from warmth softness

and a state of comparative cleanliness

click

beep

& done

time to bag up my garments

leave the sudding solitude

The billboard

stating implications

and importance

far more

than the text

the people.

my people at the shows

with electromagnets for eyes

controlled by the unsteady electricity of music

the leaves lay scattered

their placement after falling

determined

determining the course of

their decay

I know not the names

all I need

is the knowledge they are

me the chemicals

we are the spirit beings

we are the mystery

inward reflection

a telescope

or compass?