White Shadow

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White Shadow walking round my house's corner

dragging a thin thread of my attention

wherever

                memory in heart evermore

as battle upon the soft and hard Earth floor


House of black corners, gray walls, and white borders

We flesh it out (I won't speak the colors)

I won't speak; I'll laugh

We love

                Look into each other and


Life my cathedral its windows gold glowing

Illuminates so much, too much to ever live

Consciousness truly is split between skins

their dancing reflected as shadows upon the black walls

made by light of the candle poured and thrown over


Оброз embedded into stained glass passed over

by walkers of Earth (where are they going?)

Men so dark and fast glance once

Ice Queen sheds tears of melting snow

Alien latticework bleeds – we'll never know

if how why when what where who


Crisis in heart forever

chill and swell – everything ever

glows and blows and battle dies

lover darker sweet scared demise

reprise – arise – it's breakfast time

I forgot what I said last night and the day before

I forgot who we were

winds carried us

the medium - wind - blows through landed borders

plastered to wind in the morning

I know Earth

                    I know Life


Once inside holy glass, I convert into dirt

a pact to remove a pane from dead holy art

what inspired life must finally live


Pulled out from behind the glass wall, staring

I begin and resign (in so doing)

to partake in life, to enliven the dead (is the trade off)

no path is free

neither frozen glass beauty

nor the contract to flesh

(which is to sign with the devil)

and accept, at the strike of 12, death


The moment you begin your life you are dead

A glass butterfly naively blinks

as adults speak of the dead animating their ancestries,

lost souls, animals, and frozen things


Our house is lit – conceptual хаос –

I'm no longer in glass but in history

(played my card by your hand, one-time decision)

the moment my life became mine

death walked into our house

like a guest who won't leave

is sitting in, waiting, in portraits, dancing


House – glass – stone – dirt

Palace – cathedral – home – sea floor

Dream – delusion – battle – by night

Fear – dance – butterflight

Candlelight – windows at times mystic gold, at times mysterious black

Midnight tome blue – gray nightgarden sundaywarmed stones

I (told) you, battle, death

's been defeated many times

(in many Words)


(I have it but never say

And so nobody see –

return me one day

to the blue-green stained window

overlooking the sea)


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