Temples

On that first day We woke up restless Stillborn, bleak, dry and dark Blood dispersed in the water black Ink without paper Language without form Absence without grief It was all ours And ours alone Hear the scalpel-sharp intake Of a baby’s first troubled breath On a day like this, there are no words Yet our voiceless cry, it must be heard For our wings, they are tired And there is no land in sight...

I was there at the breaking of dawn When the unknowable heavens Were divided from my unknowable heart When the mountains of my spine Emerged within the salty womb And trees took root With a harvest of life And breath And the pumping of my fragile heart Sustained by nothing but light And my waking life Was divided from its dream And my subconscious disturbed the surface Before diving deep on holy gill And my...

Why do you look for the living One Among the dead?   Do you lift your eyes to the stone cold stars Counting them like atomic sheep Fast asleep Till they fall like rain Do you? When that first atom broke in two And light poured out of molecular cracks Splitting hydrogen from helium From only one there came each of em When the atom broke did it break just for you? Or was it...

When the ones and zeros No longer add up And the printing press Runs out of flesh And the ink Has nowhere to run   I’ll pick up the pieces Build a temple of song Made of discarded words Metal vowels and consonants Foraged from fields Like seeds for migrating birds   And the truth that reflects On these mirrored pages Will cut deeply down to the bone Like mist and like light Like all...