for you, my love,
I let the snail creep in,
spiraling past,
he chews my cabbages thoughtfully
as if they were offerings.

if I could pen a poem
of ascension—
a verse to lift you
from yourself,

words fade,
vanishing geological time
strips clock hands—
only salt, the sea’s rich
umami stillness, remains.

with timeless eyes,
deep as desert canyons,
you are a marvel—

can we build
something new?
a wholeness vast enough
to embrace the world,
to cradle it gently— unshaken.

abstractions fade—
within the light,
skulls dissolve,
clouds unravel,
nebulae drift in violet wisps.

the light
of my spine flickers;
I wonder,
what year
is it?

blissful surrender,
simply a beginning
stirring within;
petals shift beneath
the pond’s edge. 

progressing chords
reverberate with
the violent delight
of galactic flame;

when the world
feels poised
to collapse, 
heavy like the force of
a star imploding,

walking along the shore,
sandy footprints dissolve;
we look back,
tangled in the past,
seaweed snared in time.

within, 
we hold oceans,
each a vessel,
a microcosm
of the Whole.

whimsical words stir the soul,
questions that lift us,
conjured at the right moment,
channeling magic—

modern guilt zips past the present,
slingshotting us forward,
chasing illusory futures

the arrow moves
both ways,
energy flowing
through systems
in infinite improbabilities.

veins are cast
beyond the glass,
the candle
burning within;

each moment,

reflected across

the lens of

a million, million

shining eyes,

memories cascade
like cavernous echoes
bouncing inside skulls,

can you see
angels in dust?
the nameless hill
chimes louder than words,

speechless prophets

dance with abandon

in moonlit fields—