pics ‘n pomes
I am here
you can’t see me
the light through my cracks
distracts from my face
but I’m here
patiently radiating
awaiting the day
flower faces
turn my way
and I may become myself
at last, blessed
child of Light
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the mysteries
that hide
behind the veil
are mine, born blind
with nothing to lose
but my mind
The raven’s call drops
like pebbles
into the pond
riffling the waters
of memory,
quickly gone
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I am friend
to the dark
and sticky side
I live for sensations
that stir desire
as shadows sharpen
I blur, recede into
background scenes
rendered abstract,
nothing left of self
but dark and
sticky laughter
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this scrying eye
espies the strand of fate
that twines through
knotted futures
yet now lies hidden in
the coming storm
that looms and darkens
the pathway home
What comes now
cannot be known
to the seer, peer
though she may
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I watch,
I remember
I neither anticipate
nor desire
I know too much
for such naivete
all things come
or they don’t
nothing touches me
I reach for naught
these distances
are hard-won
