Marathon

And so ten centuries solemnly collide

Love failed and I have

Lost my Name

Secrecy hoards the treasure

Coveted most by me

As rainwater collects in barrels

Sleep covers Abuse with Time

Too many dream-haunted hours

Leaves me with seasons swelling and growing

And without welcome, fading

Something makes sense in ripples

Grief is the corpse from which worms feed

Alas, I am not this stricken man

Suspended by sunlight, shadows break

Their silent vigil

As rainwater collects in barrels

Lucifer rose up to kiss the analgesic dawn

While below, Something roll'd the stone away

Something makes sense in ripples

Gradually, I saw Abuse is a Name

And ghosts will seem forever

Less fantastic

Like a kiss, soft, and wild with the delicate steps of petals fallen in a stream

This swirling ballerina turns in faint and sighing grandeur

Across the floor to me.

A monarch plays the violin to a summer's afternoon

Whilst quietly the earthworm adores the soil in winter's sparkling gloom

It breaks away, growing as the flowers do.

A thunderhead embraces his enraptured lover

And kisses with a gale that also makes the cattails shudder.

His tears cannot, as he proclaims his love, be held with lightning back;

They fondly dance into an open window

And fondly dance with mine.

Our eyelashes weaken with a weight that is sweet and fine,

And this feels like frogs and spiders in the sweet outside.

Tell me why world, unfathomable and good,

The beauty of everything is infinite and cruel.

An airplane, a puppet, an orange, a spoon,

A window, and outside

Stars and the moon.