Monday, August 29, 2016

Morpheus's Vapors

As the wind descended
from the tree top feathers
its fierceness,
slicing through my inner stillness
Awakening murmurings
deep inside me.

Echoes of a past life wildness
I had forgotten
after my expulsion from the womb
and those first neural connections
coalescing mimicked patterns
of word sounds

I found myself
called into a strange
new denseness…

What dark magician had
conjured up this spell
which pulled me into
       this world of frozen forms
which could only move.

They so lacked
     the vaporous solidity
of soul forms
whose manifestation
was not in structure but
lived in the dance
of their morphing.

Living condensation
and sublimation manifestation
and absence worlds
in transition
flowing through each other.

Those are the words
being spoken
with segments
from morphabetic letters
which never repeat
and can never
be written
but only spoken
in a morphing dance

 Memories reminding
that I
like a message in a sealed bottle
thrown carelessly
into a dry sea
am now having to
learn how to dance
my bottle
and tap out my message
on the stones scattered
on the endless
                  empty dryness.

Without eyes to sea
or ears to here
I sit wondering
if there Is anyOne
to the
     rhythms being spoken…