[Down The Highway>

A book thrown out a car, Pages burning on the tar, Embers of words flying In the afternoon wind.

Who scans these pages And reads the unsaids? Flame of the acetylene torch, Flame coursing in one's veins, Flame in the blue unblinking eye!

[Trio]

Chambers of light echo Of half finished dreaming:

Folding and unfolding of a cloud, On a summer afternoon, in the depths Of a high mountain lake.

The way sun rises braising The chambers of one's heart With life giving fire.

The green of a frog's croak In a sudden thunder storm And silver rain on lily pads.

[Twin Geese]

The honk of these geese, Inked on a mercury sky, Drips as black rain from Their wings: a rainbow In monochrome.

Perhaps lights exists In the persistence of one image. This one, lined up in the gun sights, Which my nose dimly became.

Then how to explain the dark, The endless swamp at every turn? Faith or fate may lead one to higher Ground, but always leave this geography

Unexplored and unexplained. What is the extant of this country? How high are the sand dunes here? There I too crawl on my fours,

Sounding at every step for hidden Crevasses, blue ice curving away Into an ending no one can see. Are these endings whose inevitability,

By fleeing, I am trying to defer? Light is both a wave and a particle. What article is then the dark? A static vacuum, an absence,

A yawing mouth, a hunger That never ceases, something eyes Never see because it takes up Residence only on their closing?

A third eye on a green sheet, gleams, possessing the answers.

You fashion a sheath
            In black and white
I fashion a poem

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Two lights burn into me
	Until I sleep, after I sleep
Green eyes, snake eyes.

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A city girdled with bridges and holding 
Bejeweled skyscrapers in its palms waits.
There will we drop these sheaths, these words?
There will we become a great silence?

A part of the Image-ned Word series