Orientation

Behind invisible walls
and beams of dust and years

sits the fortunate one
alone and whirling

inching closer to a fixed point with
everything moving around an axis

perched at the end of fingertips
looking over the world

as trouble steams through
the rolling clouds, the endless

phases

the interconnecting universes
and spirits conversing

energy accumulates
into a bellowing cry

Mini Paris

Dialectic

In a perfect phase of symmetry
hashing out, confines of space
grating into walls these marks of moments

Bare fingernails
to the test of blood
and teeth

This arose out of nothing to reveal
a space divided
torn and placed delicately aside

Let's build these plans
into something spontaneous
with the promise of fertility

I can already see the grid
every step traversed
and reduced to rubble

Thread the hands through
intertwined and infinite
shadowed monsters

restrain
from breaking the
invisible pane

Light Through the Window