derivative

Open eyes and open hearts
Like a bullet through the barrel,
We soar at each other,
Knowingly trespassing where Eden’s apple sits.
Valley of solitude,
Awoken by a single electrical current
Running up and down the channels,
Searching for the right station.
Everything in brilliant, lucid transparency.
Moments freeze as the time continuum rusts from the heat
Purity removed and restored,
Leaving lessons of irreparable emotion;
Yet with the moment comes the knowledge.
He knows you knew,
And you know no more.

“Physical pleasure is a sensual experience no different from pure seeing or the pure sensation with which a fine fruit fills the tongue; it is a great unending experience, which is given us, a knowing of the world, the fullness and the glory of all knowing.” – Rainer Maria Rilke

sheet metal

Voices scream over the music.
Not art,
but hate.
These images dance like witches around a potion.
Circling
    circling.
       Circling,
Fronts and backs exposed in a photographic orgy.
       Still the voices scream,
       unintelligible, unintelligent things.
Leader of the line,
I cannot resort to following,
      but I don’t want to be the one left behind.
My straightforward sentences
No longer answer my circular questions.
         Between a cornerstone and this cold wall,
Ponder what you conjure,
As the truth rises like foam.