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DEAR READER
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Coda Codex
We were all born on a note, unique, never before heard never before sounded by man nor beast, nor chambered space, we will return to it, once encored struck, and be resolved, vibrating sphere, escaping all axes, at rest we will move, and move no more
Firmament
I will thunder the silence, and silence the thunder,
I of infinite heights, my body ends not with the earth,
I am the gathering lord,
I shall don the clouds and dance til the sea falls at my feet.
“All men are fallible. All gods are too. Otherwise one would not have created the other.”
“And so it is now that everything has gone from his sight, even the flame which has been slowly dying on the table in front of him. It is finally purged by lack of wax and wick, just as the first crepuscles of the dawn begin to furtively steal their way in between the bars of his exterior window, surrounding him with an undetected brightness that fills the room with a warmth no greater than that of the candle so recently extinguished.”
-Excerpt from “The Endless of Joshua the Carver”
The Still Wind
Trying Times,
Garnered Trust, Cleansing Spirits,
Faith in Nothing, the Hunt,
Simple, not so simple,
Today I rise, tomorrow I’ll rest,
Uncertain Control, where’s the engine?
The Dust Charmer, Powder Priest,
Fountains of silence, take a sip,
The cause must agree,
Cascading Honey, splash not your sweetness,
Rope-like Rain Drops, undefiled continuity,
Coiled Reluctance, waiting to strike
The Rising Leaf
Oh, to be the rising leaf, borne by the autumn wind, To climb the crisp-air staircase, and regard the world again, From living, growing columns, of timbers, gnarled and grained, To the carpet floor of crimson, copper, umbers, burnt and stained, Oh to be the rising leaf, in search of higher plane.
Oh, to be the rising leaf, borne by October’s gust, Departed from the tree of life, with death yet to entrust, Owing to aeolic charge, a breath immortal and divine, On tawney wing and reckless prayer, ascent achieved if not designed, Oh, to be the rising leaf, and seize what once was mine.
Oh, to be the rising leaf, borne by the chilling fall, Freshly cast off from the branch, as fruit, no seed withal, But fecund be the freedom won as emerald color's reived The thrall of arbor's over, doom of destiny's deceived, Oh to be the rising leaf, and leave all other leaves.
Oh, the joy as vector's bend, The madcap joy of whirlwind,
To rise and fall and rise again, If but for a moment,
For a moment, a pilot, For a moment, a force, For a moment, in flight, wingéd god rebelling, ‘Gainst the Earth, and her decree, "all that lives return to me" And respond to her in earnest, "to be alive, one must be free" And If the fallen shall fly, Then to be a ghost I'll vie, To hover once, and endlessly.
“What am I going to do with my life?
I’m going to write and perform music. And to do so I’ll need to live frugally. Most of al with my emotions.
I’m going to bottle them all up. And when I sing I’ll pop them open and drink down every last drop...
...until the whole world knows I’m drunk.”
The Sky Fire’s Lament
Why so dim dear sun, star thou art, Abandon all modesty and humble the vain- glorious kind of your kinder- worlds, Take beauty to task, and bring judgment to light, Destroy the shadowy places, that none may hide, feigning superior build shape, or gloss, Tame with an intensity no color could combat nor escape, white bomb of a black hole, all is engery fleeing toward fairer form.
I sipped the strong coffee of your eyes,
and I awoke
from the unknown sleep
and stupor of stepping
off in obtuse directions
away from you and afar.
I drank the dark chocolate of your hair,
and I indulged,
with comb-forked fingers
that waterfell forever,
and felt your long rakes lash
my face with every blink.
I savored the red wine of your lips,
and I exulted,
in the ebullience of my blood,
flowing free and unfettering
the hidden truths that
beg be brought to surface.
I swallowed the honey lemon of your skin,
and I revived
the charm of chimeric youth
and visions of innocuous pollen
flying everywhere in the daylight
of beautiful, chaotic consummation.
“The end of the world lay forever at the backs of our heels.”
“El fin del mundo yace para siempre detras de nuestros talones.”
“La fin de monde repose pour toujours sur le dos de nos talons.”
Beginnend
Your end is my beginning said the cirlcle to the strand...
Your sunset is my dawn said the distance to land...
Your death is but my birth said the seedling to the fruit...
Your waste is all my worth said the sperm sprouting a shoot...
Your fall is but my rise said the star to the night sky...
Your answer is my question said the boy repeating why...
Your sphere is my cirlce, your circle my tube,
Your tube my band, your band my strand,
Your strand my point, your point but a view,
And all views,
I can only view from afar....
The Riding Light
Alongside nickeled-iron lines
polished by the weight of wheels,
Abreast I stepped,
Upon plat, performed
The ritual of expanding day,
It met mine eyes, angled acute,
Beam unbent,
The riding light,
It moved with me,
Within me moved,
The riding light,
More than illumined,
The feel of phoebus, pupiled I
By Master’s wit,
The riding light,
Like burning powder,
‘Fore the fuse,
It walks beside me,
With no fear,
And whispers
“Why, I am yet
The product of
Explosive Rite,
The Bullet and Bomb
The shadow’s death”
The riding light,
A tuning ring,
That cuts me clean,
No blood, no wound,
No weapon found,
But blade apiercing,
Long it runs,
And rides to all sites,
Struck by dawn.
An Excerpt from the Annals of Experience
Do you remember the Earth,
Can you recall it’s touch,
The ever-steady pull,
And unwavering clutch,
As it hugged around heel and tugged upon cuff,
And slowed the passage of hard step,
And time,
Measured out between breath and breadth,
Of gaited distance, conquered space,
And covered grounds that kissed and told,
Of toe-print’s daring, errant tread,
The humbled master, a magnet, lead,
A halt deliberate to liberation, freed,
Your struggled search for want and need,
And how the rock dust beckoned,
To bed your thrust,
And stay the roamin’ of each arch,
Til still’s afoot amongst your feet,
And sand interspersed beneath would ply,
Encouraging with strong behest,
To yield before the by and by,
To sit, to lay,
To stand at rest?