The Nacreous Oughts

27 February 2012

the past never captured in a painting
only another solitude
the taste of black tea
the wanting to find what you lost
another cardboard box
Cxe Allah estas la montrilo de la vojo.
in the unfolding story
Inter ili estas iuj, kiuj devojigas. Se Li volus,
Li montrus al vi cxiuj la vojon.

anchovies away
sealed envelope waiting
by flickerlight
Gentian violet days
deep in the velvet jewel-box of space
is a world where ice is stone; twilight, noon
niveous & slow with one huge satellite
grinning as it rises to fill the sky
landscape of death's despair
Enochian watch towers wheel
bathed in an atmosphere only in the
elongated hundred-year-long summer
restless flickers wander
running along mountain tops
yet reforming as fast as they decay

Al proksimigxas la Horo kaj
la luno fendigxas...


16:9 And Allah's is the direction of the way, and some (roads) go not straight. And had He willed He would have led you aright.
54:1 The hour drew nigh and the moon was rent in twain. (This really happened to me, in Port Townsend.)


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