World

I cannot remember when i split the world in twain
stood back to watch as it rose again
like a phoenix flying and a dove in the air
fabrics of realities crying to make me whole...when
when the dreams of darkness weeping
and their tears of nightshade creeping from within the world again
this city's lights are flickering, flickering
searching for this wayward, windless plain
come back

I cannot remember when i split the world in twain
let it crumble to a cinder
watch it scream in pain, what ho, let this nightmare crumble
let this dream deny reality
what reality? what imagery
lets just sing the song of planets and create the world anew
a new age a new tear a new world we can share
what ho, what hey, nonny, nonny,
the world's lights are churning, blinking, upon the soundless plain
fabrics of universes tangled like bedsheets
tiny spinning swirls of threads, galaxies, hairs.

I cannot remember, last night or the one after, when the world lost, remains
i was blinking, crying, the woman in me, dying
and the city streets were laughing, the skinless creatures feasting
the city's veins pumping acid drugs into my skin
byways and worlds apart and between
this world burning cinders flaking off into my dream
nightmare or heaven, dream of hell,
the ninth cold circle tightens and the bonds of gravity
they let me go
and i tear the world in twain.


(c) 2012