empirical measures

biology eludes me.

i make peace with stacatto rythems. put my faith in bigger things. my shadow oscillates with the sunlight. i investigate the merits of shade.

emerging from the sludge i convince myself I am amphibious. part water, part soil. a fusion of that which is above and also below.

blinded by the brightness i retrain my eyes to see inside.

as the sky disappears

the day ends in solitude. the world stops spinning momentarily; long enough for me to catch my thoughts as they fall from the pinkening sky.

reflections soft and subtle. dribbling down my chin like proverbial peaches. my teeth chaff the stone.

my heart opens like a small spun string. something delicate in the fast fading light. weaving webs to catch dreams and other trinkets.

something within shifts and slides.

sweeping around tree tops

awash in radiance. curtains open on the clearest skies in months. the blue sweeping only upward. the stunning absence of grey and white. these days sprawl with small completions. afternoons melt into green grass contemplations; the light whisphers sweet nothings as it wraps around protusions and tips of trees. i practice the absence of fear. falling is easy when the sky is bright.

balanced on the wind

the wind balances on the sunlight. days awash in brightlit gardens and sprawling splashes of green. i close my eyes. and the weather takes me back to every other day spent in sweetened introspection. i chart my course between blades of grass and people i have been. contemplate the nature of timelines; staggered sowings and life cycles

nocturnal wonderings leave me out aloud

getting lost in the real world. list slam pavements and some morning i wake up and i'm not sure which version of myself i left in dreaming.

sliding into place like wooden nails; the tightest fit is the one that last the longest. i deep breathe through nocturnal wonderings and wake up still unsure if i've answered the right question.

every gulf is filled with water. between us is an amassing current. i sail small paper boats inscribed with messages across it while you sleep. hoping you can catch a glimpse of me on you're eyelids as you wake.

on memories fast receeding

how to encapsulate all that transpired in that land that seethes history in the absence of memory? the contrast of palletes, always grey scale. the illumination through isolation and companionship. the flavours that burn so bright and so fast. the skyline that swallows the sky. the nights were my dreams were every combustible powder that lit up my face as they exploded into reality. the days where i wandered chest acheing with the distance between all that is familiar to me. the moments where outside turned inside and something dissolved into the shifting shapes of the city. the moments when failure was palpable and transcendence was a guest in my heart. the etching of another into your skin, untracable to everyone except yourself. the grinding revolt of all that you think being silenced in bright lit hotel rooms. the memories you grasp so tightly they disintergrate in the cabin pressure changes on the way home. the moment you strike your homeland again. the feeling we made it through this, and it might be ok.