(spaces between)

it was never one voice

a cacophony of splintered charcoal on his back

the constant shadow of rain an endless beat 

compassion 

is a lexis 

only limited by diffraction

obstacles and microscopes

an ashtray full of sand

in a time before machines

nan madol

(spaces between)

he's my 1966 Judas

the night barks 

it really does

sound hollowed out of the silence of quiet lives

feet on pavements 

cracking the ground with sharp heels

punctuating concrete with lens flare clarity

how we blur

melt meld

still wanting definition

we are ink

soaking into paper compassion 

is a lexis the guts of a poem

nan madol

an endless beat

blue

morpheus butterfly

or the monarchs that migrate

from August till the first frost

a perforated cycle 
of generations

seed and spore

we are ink

soaking into paper