Dark Mages Dreamtime Healing

black spots on the leaves and it's okay

moving through to eternity anyway

as her figure blows as a

paper bag through the absent window

of a home

forms into a reflection of something

hints at meanings, telescopes to

and away in

moonlight, turns golden as clouds

turn closer and pull away to

reveal sideways faces in the cement curve

of her body,

and the days just go by,

as wooden fences and railways

as we sit crouched smoking cigarettes

shivering through the holograms

repeating fractals of kinetic disconnecting

reaching energy as powerful and thick

as twenty earths

great truths slowly vibrate from the

screeching steel underbelly of trains,

and motors within motors,

a thousand diagrams as repetitions

as hands drawing hands,

and new lovers make it easy

drawn to where it's strange for

a glimpse at great connectings

sitting on roadside alleyways

composing tatterings

to the givings giving

learning years decomposing petals

eroding with the cement,

magnifying blue skies

toward whats meant but hasnt yet

and where it seems it is always being

and pulsing round the minds of every living thing,

preying and nourishing

caught up in a swirl of blind light

a fast unraveling of what hasnt been told

stories twisting like vines through a thought barren

earth,

and the faintest pulse can be traced to her everlasting source

that seems to say

whats brittle is meant to slough,

as the dirt forgives the plow,

and chemical afterbirths ripple

through clouds

that hold us with steady hands

and speak in precise sounds

here on the battlefield

here on the ground

triumphs of great order on the rusted edges of steel girders

metals bent with graphs and mathematics,

that build the whispered alter of our lovers spoken dream

with rain on the pools of an iris thats borne centuries,

and the ice on the edge of her eyes urge tomorrows

Northern birds on a tree vibrate with magnetic visions that visit

and weave on looms through untold tears and laughter,

slicing through a tumorous hereafter

singing of essences, of half blessings

praying loudly at the tired stone feet of the cracked goddess

with a flag torn in the snow and the wreckage

over abandoned bags, decompositions,

graffiti, plastic baby carriages

stuck in the branches

around the prowling cats

that feast on the rats that feast on the trash

what thrives by staying hidden

finding safety where it's frightened

passed and preserved through the minds of madmen and junkies

in teenage women carrying

children from sin

birthed from tenements,

brick wombs of peeling lead

and this is as it ever was, she seems to say

as stray dogs pass in front of willows and the

moon is covered in snow

and her hands stretch dimly where the crater lands

with some kind of softness in the half apocalypse

and she spills out light and color of all kinds

triumphant, cradling,

and therein is where shes singing,

take, to be forgiven

all along, something missing

and the fungal spots on fractal leaves

cannot starve these symmetries,

and beneath the bombs, fertilities

beyond the death, continuings

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