the dragonfly book, page 1

bound wings cut free
by the shock of falling.
four pieces of cellophane
loosed in wet cocooning.

a flit and flutter,
then a buzz–
then the blazing of
a thousand suns

in the pupils of
a thousand eyes,
falling upward
into the sky.

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sink

that sinking feeling–

the open world of gut instinct,

gnawing at the inside,

making the air cold

and the rain turn to glass

a burlap sack filled

with empty pockets,

morsels leaking from the sides,

money spent to tithe

the past

a small king in a big world

and big worlds dotting

the universe–

back to now–

back to then–

the sinking of skin on skin,

breath in breath–

blinking in and out,

off and on–

the last roadsign at

the edge of a starry slipstream

before the pavement

turns left, sharply

out of sight

EX VIDA

timed out–

an expression
written backwards
on a forward-looking face

solace–

deeper than the hollows
in the mind of the earth

silence–

quantified and criticized
for its quality and emptiness

time–

begging for one last
crumb of breath
before the final feast

the philosphical millipede of progress

I.  IN WHICH WE LEARN OF CHAOS

  1. Formation of Image
  2. Seeking in Imagination
  3. Clouded Sight/Unclear Vision
  4. Collective Unconscious
  5. Universal Consciousness


II.  IN WHICH WE ORDER CHAOS

  1. Breaking of the Image
  2. Imagination Restructured
  3. Sharpening the Senses
  4. Drawing from Depths
  5. Universal Order


III.  IN WHICH ORDER DISSOLVES

  1. Inertia
  2. Dissatisfaction
  3. Limits and Boundaries
  4. Active Deconstruction
  5. Completion of the Fracture


IV.  IN WHICH WE RECOVER

  1. Silence
  2. Light
  3. Sound
  4. Sight
  5. Waking


V.  IN WHICH WE RECONCILE/SYNTHESIZE

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    Journal Sonnet

    Singing songs all through the night.
    A torrent of drumbeats filling the air.
    Awake in prayer until dawn’s light
    bursts onto the horizon.
    A song of hope and one of sadness
    turning our zeal into sparks of gold.
    A song of clarity and one of madness.
    Always an endless turning.
    Leading us to the timeless singing,
    the path we take is the path of God.
    It’s not the taking, but the bringing
    of Light into the world.
    Time for labor and for contemplation.
    Time for servitude and for emancipation.