"this little day of mine"

Stoney brook, whirling wheels, flexing muscles.
Rays beam, shadows cast.
Breath, eat, think, sleep.
Accidents follow and heap, it leads and gives.
Thanking merely, doing profoundly.
Repeat.

Haunting

"What's the Word?" disciple asked.
Digits frigid, orifice hallowed, liquid congealed,
Master lay dying.
Always there, look elsewhere.

Small and pliant,
Milky white, verdure moss, auburn muck.

Massive and steely,
Metallic jet, calendered chrome, geometric monolith.

The double,
Mirror image.
Hopes for past,
Memories of future.

Scale, reflect, rotate, translate.
d o g
D O G
D O 9
6 O C|
G o d

Master breathed,
"Repeat."

speed queen Drying Tumbler

Tumbling.
Front to back,
Outside then in,
Swirls within swirling,
Matter coveting Nothing.


Flaxen maiden outstretched briefly,
Acrobat thrust into moist air,
Wheel spun gerbil landing.

One segment now visible,
Rolled and sucked into void.
Disappeared.
Huff,
Puff.
The seen reappears,
always there.

Heaven's spring thaws the coagulate,
Passionate red vignettes an alabaster vat,
Streams forming, speeding to Vortex Queen.
Ink dries the insufferable cauldron of paradoxing.

"Embrace!"
Wails in vacuo.