The birth of stars
begins with death,
begins with dark
collapse in depths,
and destructions mark
a beginning, the birth
of a star from collapse
and crumble.They came with
star-killing words
and struck light from
space and didn’t even
give the dignity of
a blazing trail of glory
as this star augers in
to gravity.I collapsed in
on myself tonight,
crumbled from nebula
to white dwarf.
And while their
words whirled round
my head in stardust clouds,
I wondered
if there would be
the birth of a star…
at last.
Daily Archives: June 17, 2015
Love Like Breakfast
The Gates of Departure
I feel odd, dislocated
for no reason visible
or known, when I am
about to enter thru
the gates of departure…
for no reason visible
or known, when I am
about to enter thru
the gates of departure…

connections of time and place
and meaning, these I shall miss
though they are not yet gone
they tremble on the cusp
of the convergence of now and then
and meaning, these I shall miss
though they are not yet gone
they tremble on the cusp
of the convergence of now and then

I imagine the person I will be
and start to miss the person that
and start to miss the person that
In Consolation’s Loving Arms
Consolation…
such a beautiful word.
such a beautiful word.
con- “to be”
solus- “with the lonely one”
solus- “with the lonely one”
Offering consolation is caring
like that early summer mist
like that early summer mist
cares for the thirsty ground
dreading the coming sunny heat.
It does not take away
the coming pain
the coming pain
but rather covers over
and assuages that fierce dread
and assuages that fierce dread
and says I’m with you
you are not alone
together we can face the sun
though I dissipate
I shall return
always I shall return
always I shall return
to bear the burden with you
a gift of union joyful.

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