Sunday, May 27, 2007

My dear death coaxes

My dear death,
I anticipate yours
Forever, Forever
I.

Blind me as it coaxes,
Universal of ghosts,
I pass by through the woods
Cares and the end tunnel
Of light.

Pain is friendly,
Close by it coaxes,
Afar it betrays,
Forgive it,
Forever, Forever.



The shelter
I am sheltered
From sun
From rain
With tundra air-conditioning

I do not touch,
The ground,
Or the trees,
They are far from me.



H

Heart is a word
not closed, not opened.
written as dust


The miser

Miserable as she was, the light
Could not penetrate her. They're words,
only words. Interspersed with tears. They become only
and only,
let go only