In the Mudra

Sitting  past  the storms

I stare once more

At  twilight's shiny floor

And  I have  no rudder

So with no gills I am under

Dark is the abyssal

Waiting for the demons as I fall

But  I have no flesh to breathe

And I am safe from their maddening teeth

2020

Sitting

Bougainvillea  silhouettes

A  long past twilight

and in a patient moonbeam

that lights up the cement  floor

I can finally hear

My heart  beat

2020

This Constant Waif

This constant waif in personal terror

Looking  for a fortune

took the cave to the left

via the whispered  path

but  for the  hum

only in the head  and with slow breaths

One word and you will leave the dark

Surrender

2020

March 2020

Our Roundabout is nigh

We sit with a sky

Of colours unknown

Tomorrows  in stark relief

Rosy days, are ashes for the cretins

What  did we sign up for

A birth contract ?

Televisions of tears ?

We are

In compassion

Forever  immortal

Steps to remember our inheritance

And proceed from there

2020