It occurs to me that something new can be unforeseen…
Invisible space stretched out, unfolded and naked.
Whispers of wine and confetti – forlorn, bereft and beneath –
A citadel of sightlessness…provocative nascence.
Is my story the game? “No” says the real.…

Can you find your face in the clarity of stillness?
Do the waves of discontent distort the image?

Does not truth have other garments than balance?
Could the unclear contours craft the gaze? 

Is it really your eyes you see in the mirror?

A month, a day, an hour,
A minute, a moment, a nanosecond –
It surges forth, this nothing from nowhere,
Dissolving the framework of all familiarity.

 From its null greatness, it spirals downward
Collecting in complexity the tiniest point, barely seen…
Without disappearing, it lights in the distance,
Beaconing in brightness – a yearning of closeness!…

Dare try walking without life;
Foolish steps in eternal stride,
Lying on a a bed of stars…
Waking now in clashing light!

Kicked out of space and time
Pulverized in custom care;
Cooling earth takes in breath
As Eve and Adam sew in “sin.”…

The canvas of life is sometimes painted over
With a very deep and dark coat of color;
Stark and strong, against and covering;
Faded color or paleness of a blank slate.

Framed in darkness, the “work” sits alone;
Placed in the wearisome exile of patience.…