11/24/09

The Rune Reading in Autumn's Red


Turning, light and rush
of liquid memory caught in
my summer's end, the glances of eye
brushing with gentle lash upon the skin
of the book's pages.

Color of wheat in autumn's rain
tinges the vision, the writer of listings
listing in the seat, in vibrato of the chanting, rolling

tongues and parting lips
meeting in permutational interlock
and release, spilling the icons of action
upon the skin

of the book's pages.

From leaves coiled in leather
arises word in thought's smoke,
turning, 'volving and slipping
in upon itself and out, spreading

into voids-between

Inhaled in the upshoot,
fitting key & lock in nerves'
endless branches, alighting fires
upon the grey-floor of the ancient bonework;

The air becomes electric laughter, rising.



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  1. Trim:

    Rune Reading in Autumn's Red


    Turning, light and rush
    of liquid memory caught in
    summer's end, glances of eye
    brushing gentle lash upon the skin

    swept with autumn's rain
    tongues and parting lips
    meeting, and release,
    into voids-between

    thought
    turning, slipping
    in upon itself and out, spreading
    endless branches, alighting fires
    upon the grey of ancient bonework;

    the air, electric laughter, rising.

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  2. Trim:

    Rune Reading in Autumn's Red


    Turning, light and rush
    of liquid memory caught in
    summer's end, glances of eye
    brushing gentle lash upon the skin

    swept with autumn's rain
    tongues and parting lips
    meeting, and release,
    into voids-between

    thought
    turning, slipping
    in upon itself and out, spreading
    endless branches, alighting fires
    upon the grey of ancient bonework;

    the air, electric laughter, rising.

    ReplyDelete