Buoyantville

A Night Note

aqss — Thu, 31 Aug 2006 03:42:46 GMT

I am sleepless like the Ganges flowing at the ghat below.All night long the traffic of lanterned boats and snuffed outBodies keep me awake. No dreams or nightmares intrudeThe slap of water on the steps.

Only fog as it rises off the water to effaceThe quarter moon,Your face, your voice, your embracing arms,And then my memory of all these memories of you.

When tomorrow comes, come to bury your handsIn my ashes, and bury my ashes in those waters.

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An Evening Note

aqss — Wed, 30 Aug 2006 21:59:40 GMT

Every evening I am a freighterTracking the darkness asIt falls over these wharvesScanned, perhaps, by yourTrackless, and thus lost, eyes.
Scribbled in response to this photo

Permanent Center of Gravity

aqss — Sun, 25 Jun 2006 03:31:13 GMT

Heart in summerWalks into in fieldsOf wild poppies,And becomes a bottleThat holds the old inkPressed fromGauzy skirts of their petalsWaving in the wind;One continuous flagFor Hypnos,The god of sleepIn whose armsLoveless fitfully sleep.
It is only whenThe bottle breaks openAnd every Beatrice dipsHer hand right intoThe heart of the heartTo reveal the silenceThat abides within,Does the heart findIts permanent centerOf gravityTo fall into, fall towards.
Written in response to this photo by Elle