fire star opposition
there is solace in mystery?!
gather all tenses
mesmerized near the equator,
eyes peer on opposition.
blinking fire star of two faces,
rough- smooth-
portent of bane, grief, war, and murder
patterns upon patterns
trace- hang-
from the coathanger
asterism in far off constellation.
warlike circle with arrow
symbol of the past
frozen in amber and glass,
connect the dots musky little fox,
eventually, everything falls from chaos
into patterns.
there is solace in mystery!
gather all senses
past, present, future
eyes peer at far off triangle
moving through that place,
objects in an expanding universe
faster- faster-
in the dark matter, a prismatic gleam
pulling scorpio apart
tumbling through time, a vouchsafed mosaic.
there is solace in mystery!
complexity, complexity, complexity
out past the senses,
thought rained white radiance
through the dome. streaming bright beam
opens into the youthful mind at large,
unveiling free from the filtering brain
of reduction striving for simplicity.
out past the tenses
all twelve mysterious men
ghosting her in ochre
begged to walk ladyblue
along the curve of the shattered moon.
out past organized play
free from distillations,
eyes glance back at the western extremity
of our known galaxy,
where human memories unmake all thirteen.
existing in some eternal catharsis,
eyes peer on the rough side
of mars rise disturbing
molten volcanic bulge of tharsis.
thirteen stand in some future
quickening drinking mars water.
her blue fire slips
through twelve mysterious hands
down sill flows and tunnelling laccolith
forced- stuffed-
back through the filtering planet of the mind.
the whole is greater than the sum of its parts!
operating globally, touch the coherent monolith
with the few that chose to die on mars.
prismatic blue mixes in iron red fringing,
royal star guides all twelve mysterious men
sensory gating saturn, antares, and wars.
chant three days of darkness,
there is solace in mystery!
out past the limbic system
viewing vivid movie reels
of the play of consciousness,
ball lightning from high above
squeezes back into biogenesis.
egoless- singularity-
hidden authentic being
an artefact of morphogenesis,
filtered through traumatic play
a once immutable mind carved new stone
and together they had thwarted the gods.
chant three days of darkness,
vega, deneb, altair,
summer star triangle
riot of flowers
swimming obliviously over the beasts,
trees, rocks, fish, and the cow.
an occasional wolf howls
noticing the closeness of the fourth
planet from the sun.
tree-toads finish ringing
motionless in the muddy meadow.
rain, hot dry petrichor
and a censer of earthly smells
swung out on the landlocked breeze.
how far can the wind blow
ripples of browns and blue
glassy octopodes?
there is solace in mystery!
swirling across the hargrave crater
far from the mare of erythraeum,
cast back in earthly hues
crescent of ashen light
pain- suffering-
between the thighs of venus.
chasing her beautiful pentagram
twin symbol, feminine
circle on top of cross
quietly drips from the shadows.
mystery stretches into the dusky land,
a dark silent companion of solace
crashes on the rock in dawn’s slow cry.
evening stretched out her last hand
and the stars slipped from the sky.
