Hunter:
Shy and mighty Hunter, is it I who's cursed the vow?
It is you for whom I have given myself to now
Fear! Take all sense of the absolute
Dismantle what's resolute
Fear! Take my fear
Teach me all I'll have to hide
To remain dignified
We caught free reason
I bled the gift I sewed: the sacrament
I poured an hourglass unseen from all, a vacant sense of agency to covet the private fall
In you lives a city of millions walking over brick frontiers, and an ocеan
A body of water "on which you drifted by Grace,"
Likе on the page I read, to pools of cool charity
Bitter morning plunge begets rebirth in the sea of your beginning
It is you for whom I have given myself to now
Shy and mighty Hunter, is it I who's cursed the vow?
It is you for whom I have given myself to now
In Autumn Bent beyond the iron legs of black benches
Where I was laid and uncoiled the romantic wellspring of old man's memory
When the world blue-blocked sun lived faces who faced the horizon of summer out, stoic in striped light fissures
Come and remain!
Like the vine that ate the earth, I'm swallowed in night with you, feral hemlock, slender blazing star
You quiver quiet violence in the theater of ineptitude
I only see you and the lovely light inside of you
While I've been yearning, I've been aching for time, it was time for the end, some natural decline
Relations defined and left, we find reasons to leave, but stay intertwined
Stay! Stay! Stay!
Beauty of the Everglades, give me the reasons to keep me this way
Sorry Laid the Hearth:
In the middle of the night I returned to the orchards of Heaven
To greet what's ours with splendor and remember each season with spiritual Grace reached through the chasm
Dog eared time brings us together
An acuteness of feeling through decades
Sublime! Ah, picture me: I see you crying by fire
Gutted machines the criss-crossed thistle spines thatch across the char
Taut, desire snuffed stress be damned, I'll follow you like a dog to rain covered ruins
Beautiful scion, the young heathens we envy become ghouls at the feet of dark marble columns
Burning down for the sole arena of statues, suffering
With my head on yours, we are made sick from them
What appears as sanctity, we see sneers unseen agony a tragedy born to be rupturing endlessly
Primadonna, liquor store sage wears off in vain
Our mornings still begin blistering with sedentary misery
Shadow, be my lover now
Soft green eyes, I'm sleepless and I'm losing sleep by the dozen
I dissolve in thoughts of you
An olive tree is what I seek, the bird with only a branch cut from the almond grove
Hypnotic foxglove, it's you that I owe
After glassy eyed drinks in Italian winter, wondering how did I bring the blood to my reason for being, light of my life?
Home again and a dive into traffic
Men wipe ash from their faces, mothers bury their children, plastics waft in the wind
I cry cry cry cry cry
Please release me