Song of the Mad (1998)

Author: FlowingOm / Labels:

Spaces between the branches
Of the trees in your eyes
Quavering and wild


Sing


I am blind


Everything flaunting
The soft underbelly
Of the heart


A door
Into screaming vision
Drenched in ecstasy


A shadow
Flutters in the ocean
Of your breath


Exquisite spasms
orgasm
Of this moment


The silk of the snakes tongue
Whispering lost songs
Into the arch
Of my thigh



I am lost
Fading transparent
Before your gaze
Limpid beneath your touch


The velvet bark
Of willows
Remember soul songs
And crumbling walls
Quavering and wild


Scorched branches in your
Watering eyes
Dead quiet

Letters From Lost Cities (January 1998)

Author: FlowingOm / Labels:

Madness, my sage,


I am watching you
From ancient worlds
A shadow you could reach


Out and in
Touch as expansive as skin
Ink to keep us safe


I am secret and falling
These are not my words


Epistemic slumber
Copulation of chaos and order
Black seeds open the white flower


I am lost
In the bitter pink pulp
Flooding fingertips


Is this what you wanted?


In the lost city
When eyes turn so
And it is you
Watching from afar


Heart pounding blood
Through my muse
Eyes through twisted portal
Naval window
Opens atop my head


This other madness
Comes
Like this
Like shape shifters
In old mirrors
Dank and pristine

With love,

shattering

from 1998


that opening where horizons merge
where colors blend
into a fold
that is more
unfolding
into a deep song falling
through the memories
of a thousand mythic stars
from where i emerge
from labyinths enveloped
enveloping


where colors slip from my skin
a night sky reaching for dawn
the blood beneath the skin
on the back of my hand
is the breath that carries rivers
to soothe the infants of autumn


i am slipping silk among the landscapes of mirror
green and as far as eyes can see
a cacophony of life pulsing
the brilliant silence


drifting as hand to drum
towards heart and birth
before illusion draped over
were mistaken for time
that opening where the sun kisses sun
upon water kissing sky


it has been my experience
of mountains
of waterfalls and streams
against my skin
among my porous heart
a deep song


vivid colored labyrinths
the center everywhere
everywhere mirrors
threaten the wind


and all we’ve been taught falls away
leaving only
that small infinite place
where horizon embraces horizon

i see trees through my body
rich fields fecund soil
the scent of my blood


i am every thing
i am no thing
dancing illusions beginning to end
birthing phantoms
caressed thresholds
of i am




Thanks for visiting. Write to me at lynnvarian@gmail.com

Followers