Complex Knowing - Number 10

Anything you asked for I gave
It insensibly naïve in
My multitude of harboring
Melting ideas of fallen
Seas
Everything you fell for I wished
For you feathered amongst
Their daughterly liquid glimpsed
Spouting eventually splintered in
Trees
Only a never sent head
Game of forgotten understanding
Rushed aside a winter
Borne tryst
Travelling in air against
The highest spectacular
Clouds
Brushing around the Serpentine
Saint Maximin la Sainte Baume
Don’t go or never forgive
Them, never shout their
Names out from the pale
Shrouds
If you do expect to be
There you might at least
Open your heart to them and
Breathe a deep motionless
Majesty St. Raphaël serene
Let your guard down leave your
Mouth undone and allow the
Honor of your innermost
Wealth and excellence
To dream and to sleep
With them under
The nightfall
Under the
Seas.

Water

Water welds the blackened heart

Under the words in which the concentrated

Weaver lies, flows about the berries

And the distal clouds continued round

The swiftly sailing songs about the

Wheat field ceased among the

Fragrant false and fettered seeking

Always the lowest ground; drifts

And dallies bitter cross the rocks and stones

To bear the dross away, water sifts the

Fetching thoughts anointed or ofttimes

Disappointed weeps leaking from the

Corner of an eye disjointed seeks

The deepest chasms of a frown;

Down it goes, all ways down and yet

It ferries all the life we lived beneath

Contented mudded dispatched whorls of

Sound; forging steady unrelented

Progress foregoing proximal obstacles away

Across around, always onward ahead and

Foreward, always towards the deepest oceans

Salted depths receiving always

Down.

Mirror Expectation

Across one sea and through

A hall of mirror expectation

Thorough-going trials which

Glimmer souls their duplication;

Deny the symbol at your peril,

Fly the angels’ punishment and rage

A smothered laugh and jails of

Sons who welter gold and

Silver on the page.

These friends of mine were once

A bothered staff of worn down

Weathered imitations; those faces

Frowned their curfew smiles and

Glimpsed a wall of lucid

Variation; each liquid glance along

The surface wavers any chance

Endeavor of the stars and

Moon among the clouds.

Ghosted streaks across the sky

Initiate the unity and trinity

Of matter; their harmless howls

Around the neighbor’s yard

Reflect the rift and wrack

Of fear and tatter; the painter’s

Brush denies his violet iris mirrors

In your eyes and souls may never

Doubt again they once deceived to flatter.