Patterns

In Accordance With the Shared Vision (For Jonathan & Sylvia)
The days that we meet are the days that we’re born
Enchanted lifetimes where origin is risen again
of the ashes from randomness or pain,
or from pillars of understanding and enlightenment
We refresh and begin anew with the ones we love
Raised of the fear of our creator, creators, and creations
Pathways reveal themselves through cloaks and shrouds,
and illuminate through fiery incisions
In journeys toward a maze or a riddle we become
the cycle we tune ourselves into
Until some crucial moment turns itself inside-out,
like the first break of sun into dawning skies
This is the moment when you two have become
beacons in the die-cast mold of a hardened world,
or reflections of color and illuminating beauty
raised in the shine of your redemption and love
The Burial (Please Find Enclosed)
When I dearly depart from this vain earth –
just wrap my body in a burlap sack,
take me to the crook of the woods,
release to the subsoil to which I belong
In preparation for this crucial mass –
float some words piped ‘cross the brown room,
pontificated for a clearer haze,
from minor chords with frenetic pace
If a priest is sent to read last rites –
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