DANCE OF LIFE

 Tonight the evening placid and pleasing

so peaceful and so full of mystery

time expands and ignites smiles or weeps

as time, space, distance revolve as it sings

If life is just one thing life is a dance

it wraps itself round centrifugal force

of intersecting circles of movements

as the evening is passing of a torch

The ground absorbing darkness as it warms

from under the floor or out on the street

under the brush outside of my window

earth, stone, root, soil, and mineral pour

the content of energy and time stored

all of its travels and every tour.

DANCE OF LIFE

Tonight the evening placid and pleasing

so peaceful and so full of mystery

time expands and ignites smiles or weeps

as time, space, distance revolve as it sings

If life is just one thing life is a dance

it wraps itself round centrifugal force

of intersecting circles of movements

as the evening is passing of a torch

The ground absorbing darkness as it warms

from under the floor or out on the street

under the brush outside of my window

earth, stone, root, soil, and mineral pour

the content of energy and time stored

all of its travels and every tour.

PROMETHEUS

The Gadfly as Company, the Liver,,

Prometheus endures his Curse and Longs

to Invent something New--far Greater Pain

that his thighs must have feltand his hamstrings

for to Fly once is to Fly Forever

just as Beauty at Once is Eternal

For it never Fades nor does it go Mute

The Spirit of a Loom made of LightRays

Has Little to Worry in the Darkness

Water to Drip from the Parchment Essence

As Water seeks Light and LIght seeks Water

balances equilibrium Matter

What Gadfly or Eagle doesn’t Love Truth

To Speak it and to Perceive it as Such?

WISDOM FENCES

Ancient acorn gatherers at the falls,

blessing the water wading in water.

Vanish from footprints deposit the arrow

for future and unknown familiars,

Those yet to be born and being born know

that this is their birthplace and their oak tree

It is all things future and past -- the wood--

portends of what may and might, and would’ve

Had the grandparents not loved as they loved

had they not made sacred observations

Abstract, hypothetical, sanctified,

seen: what didn’t they think of? The ancients?

There still is a time there are no fences

and only the wise can unbundle since.

HELEN AS HERODOTUS

As Homer saw without seeing Beauty

Human leaves were shorn by Almighty Whim

No one might think otherwise or decay

for why Prometheus was gone away--

his wings molten yet flying nose first then

spiralling downward caught in his hubris

then Agamemnon arose with his Woes

for which no form but Epithet chose

He who laughs louder than all of us - Zeus -

after killing the Gods of his Ancients.

But Helen of course paces as anxious

now being a captive and symbol lust

of Warring as Unadventurous sports

of Slavers, Half-Gods, Cannibals and worse.

COPPER KETTLE

Good day, good morning, and good afternoon.

What has yet to be -- answer for me, look,

Above the clattering disasters’ doom

within the abundance of a moment

As though it were a Lamp made of Copper

and ornate as the lamp sent by Mother

from Cherry Valley to Arizona

where it was piled on top of a mountain

of energy plus matter and light strength

Four hundred miles away at Oak FLat

it Rang on the Earth Rang as it Landed

This is that Sound as Nameless and Sacred

LA MER DE LA TERRE

C’est la belle de la Terre C’est la mem chose

Vous savez bien  - Vous - ne le regrettez

Je me conteste. Je suis Impotente.

La mer je regarde sans je ne sais quo.

Sur le plan je existe avec la existence.

Quell que il chose por il pensament

No parle pas de frances il pa de accent

Porquoi je escrit quan til cest plus de profane

Je me repite: la mer ans sais quo

je le regarde avec la precaucion

le sacre de printemps le sacre de la lune

la adoracion de la terre voila

Le sacriface de l’ocean sur le sable

Le ceremonie de les anciennes