…and water fell on the face
of darkness
by
Átopos
†
…and
water fell on the face of darkness
and
the light became fire.
and
throughout the storm’s duration,
so
sweet was the torment,
savouring the flavour of a morning that would never come,
that
of mountain peaks I dreamed.
and...
after
the rain
you were given the universe,
wrapped
in a tapestry and
placed
in a box,
then laid in
a field that was
warm inside
the belly of a wild boar
Then took proud flight,
filled
with joy and vaunting,
caressing
your Athena bright eyes
en haling the
fragrance of aurora’s cantaloupe coloured fingers.
Titian
dawn that would never come.
†
The
Neutral Angel
Evil
and Good are co eternal. I know: for I too have always been.
Failure
is co eternal as well.
All
desire finds its culmination in despair;
And
despair is the sin for which there is no forgiveness.
We
can only look to the skies, the ever changing apricot coloured clouds
There
were prayers for sun and there were prayers for rain
There
were prayers for comfort and prayers for pain.
All
beginnings are beautiful. The problems is in resolving a solution to
the problem of ending.
All the best endings come at dawn.
†
The
Whore of Santiago de Compostela
(the
Starry Field)
poem to Buñuel and the martyr Lorca
They’ll
be here soon; their smell precedes them.
Waiting
here for the fathers of my unborn children.
Windows
down in my Seat 600.
Waiting
here in the Starry Field.
No
mercy and s/he
Yes,
their odour harbours their imminent arrival
Life
is an all consuming fire and the ashes are our souls.
†
Tales
of the Reconstruction
Jesus
loves me this I know for the Bible tells me so….
