Updated: Jun 4, 2018
there is a frantic oblivion
we dance all into
a madding crowd
with gaping swirling
the maze of feet
gropes the unknown
nebulae too many stars
stamp out the pulse
of riot and rung bells
carving time itself out
under a haze of sawdust
risen the bright bones
of chaos and calm
because beauty settles
to a distant pace
things which burn
but not forever
He moved across the forest They moved across the forest It moved across the forest moved across the forest elephantly. across the forest under the autumn star the azure trees the fruit of rippling way
that beauty shadows on the grass moon; hand; dance come alive, remember you, remembered reborn, we cannot sleep dreams have no answer but deep, close to the heart they say be seen, dream with one anot
The sun someday will be love again. The mountain someday will be sand. The land in the end will begin again, and flowers grow out of its hand. I remembered an ancient poem, held under the tongue of a