Heavy Universe

Heavy universe
Upon my soul
Heavy, heavy
It heaves
When will it leave?
Microwave me red
Radio the ground back
Make the dark matter

i am no
Atlas

When will we
collapse

Without Cover

A book without cover
Known by what is Written—

not binding;
no hiding—
but

Ready to Be Read

No I

Ghost face

Everything Seen

eyesalwaysTouched

Past skin

withoutedges

EverythingIn
And


no I out

With skin, build:

the water’s will
the fire’s light

the wind’s way
the rock’s might

the air’s care
the earth’s right

the plant’s part
the sky’s height

the sun’s certainty
the plenty of the universe

And
with such skin
Spirit wins

Ash is Soon

Ash is Soon
dusty tears
from the brief fire.

Blaze White.
Be the Strongest Light.
the Warmest Bright.

So even gone
still in God’s sight

ash will
burn

Might

maybe, may Be
maybe strong
or
may Be Right

maybe should
Or
may Be Good

dusky might—
dark or Light?

which might mine?

Maybe May Be

Sinful Skin

Scream as
I scour you
Scathe you
Scald you

And still
You scorn the penance paid
Scarce my prayers are made
You betray me.

The scourge is within.
I cannot win.