Black ink and sunbeams poetry

Spinner of shadows, world-worn, your hand, trembling, seeks out my silence, your tears, pooling, overflow, for when hope expends itself upon the alter and tension of the soul yields itself another sliver, better to waltz with the end of days than sink, westward, into sleep, consigned, dreaming, to silence

Resentment without a remedy caps the pen, your fate, predetermined, bubbles along better you were strangled by your mother’s cord, than live to witness your own becoming, sundering the Sumerian Circle to satisfy your hearts despair

Seeds of misfortune sown thoughtlessly, you reap your karma with the harvest, kernels of hope discarded while you sift madness through dust and memory when, at last, you can discern no longer, waking from dreams and your pen breaks itself upon the page, shake the rust from your shoes and enter exile, driven onward through…

Malice, misshapen, flowers in my garden, malice, gorging, multiplies outcast, catching the wasting sickness, find yourself as you were meant to be, black lunged, a theriacal crescent your gift to the world exile, fecund, behold, the end of days, you, knowing the death of all things seeded itself first in your heart, give thanks

Heart-sworn, dreamer, calcified, cast your net into the space between stars home-ward, your home, lost to you, finds itself, upon the butchers block, broken down, on display you, broken down, on display, curse the butcher, curse the voyeur

Exile, before exile, kindness your treasure, rejected before the sacrificial stones, left you with nothing, sorrow, reticent, swallows those things you build up from yesterday, your life, worthless to you, finds a home upon your page, Exile, far from home, in your becoming, collect another curse, joy, a stranger, passes by, your life, ephemeral another…

Resentment, taking root bores itself, a grudge into your belly your kindness, slandered branching out, becomes a willow, the willow, sundered, turns to stone, you, stone-hearted, spill your rage into the sable light, you, grieving, drink a sorrow so sharp, it takes your breath away

Babel, catching fire, fans the flames, fury, keening, tears it down, stone by stone, the exile alone, shelters the capstone, you, mired in misery, spill out, the full breadth of your soul, you, constrained, cleave yourself free, you, cloven, stand, stagger and fall the capstone, enduring bears witness

Frost-fallen like stars upon the window the rose climbs between pages no more itself without its thorns than you are or I for when Autumn sheds its leaves and the river turns to stone, we, shaken free our fate, carry on our way

Exile, footprints washed away, your heart bucks, shudders and breaks exile, laden down, your dream folds upon a seam, love, firstborn, its perdition chains you down the future, unfolding, retains your memory, the future, refracted remembers you perhaps, when resentment consumes its remedy and your curse, mature, sheds you, a chrysalis, even you, exile, twice…