Above and Below Beyond the End

3 suns hoary heads

three titans hooked

n tow to a broken

weel

rolling down the nadir

  te nadir

withrdraws

larazus blind

undr a bloody

bangage grunting

in  the damp

dark wit a spoon

 t his heart

tyring to tear it out

shattred glass stretchd on an old stirng

gods mirror

mirror brigding

two cliffs   in

between

                       abyss

Sound and Furious Apes

Words are like apes. Apes radiant, dripping in glimmering gold, vessels of some holy silence that sits in the center where all things pool. Yet these words do not know themselves, and so they travel in packs and shout and stab with sound, impotent apes placing power on the throne where eloquent silence still sits sovereign. Apes travelling in an empty mist where time has always already slipped the grip, where each is the actor before his idol, wandering echoes speaking to themselves, alone, alone. This traveling circus of consonants and vowels swirling in our veins: this is the sign of the fool, who is perhaps as omnipresent a spirit as God, who is perhaps His twin.