the healer is drunk
by panta rhei
Posted to Poetry on 2002-07-30 02:24:00
drunk from loss and
from the stretch of darkness
that drowns in the fathomless
hole of his eye
drunk on the seeds
that speak his juncture
and drag his shadow
deeper into untellable
thickets of sleep
and thyme-reek
him i touch with my
naked understanding
him i envelop
with my body’s north
him, magnetic polar felon
still waiting for the moss
of tactile awe
for the foam of future
turning at odds
above the equinox
of silvered hunger
him i spill
into my dream
him is slice
and cut deeply
from crust
to crystal
clear
him, the breather of sound
and spaces
him
the singer
of words scratched
into the night
he inhales the need
exhales the hunger
he drinks this purring like
echoes of breath
and moons
dreamed backwards
together we fly
wildly thru rhapsodies of
ember and wind
milk songs the colour of glass
from the sky
and linger in ancient night and
seething voices
oh to drink the resin of time
oh to shiver in the face of
our own echoed colours
and lick rolling songs
with our cinnamon tongues
we, the ink-stained
jugglers
table dancing on
feathered keyboards
we, the jesters
the dreamers
shaping beginnings
over and over again
slowly
we’ll dip our fingers
into the dawn and
paint the sky with light