Just as there are jaws of life
to peel the wreckage open
and set the captive free
there are jaws of death
to strap devoured
bodies to boards of steel
swim the thousand eyes through
flesh
declare sentence or reprieve
justice irrelevant
justice irreverent
jaws of light
shall
swing open
someday
some far far day
when we exit to enter
the light
 

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Just as there are jaws of life

to peel the wreckage open

and set the captive free

there are jaws of death

to strap devoured

bodies to boards of steel

swim the thousand eyes through

flesh

declare sentence or reprieve

justice irrelevant

justice irreverent

jaws of light

shall

swing open

someday

some far far day

when we exit to enter

the light

We must fear the process of birth like death it was after all the end of the only world we’d ever known descends as we descend the birth canal twisting and writhing or ripped violently into almost certain death original fear is born in us to be triggered and renewed easily as we writhe and curl screaming into some dear arms the origin of fear is the invitation to life and though we do not…

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We must fear the process

of birth like death

it was

after all

the end of the only world we’d ever known

descends as we descend

the birth canal

twisting and writhing or ripped

violently

into almost certain death

original fear

is born in us

to be triggered and renewed

easily

as we writhe and curl

screaming

into some dear arms

the origin of fear is

the invitation to life

and though we do not remember

whispering fear of life

is in us

just

as much

as  desire

for love

over and over

we begin the struggle

into life

with every new turn on the

path

so meet unbelieving

yourself

screaming fear

yourself

with

sweet crooning love

I am surprised
by messages about friends
birthdays
now long gone
requiems pronounced
forgotten
almost
perhaps futuristic immortality
or a lingering thread of torment
a speck of glass
in my eye
a twisted wrist from pushing upwards
and today of all days
just the date
flays raw what
would have been a
a milestone
anniversary
a lingering thought
of what
might have been
and was
again
and was
 

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I am surprised

by messages about friends

birthdays

now long gone

requiems pronounced

forgotten

almost

perhaps futuristic immortality

or a lingering thread of torment

a speck of glass

in my eye

a twisted wrist from pushing upwards

and today of all days

just the date

flays raw what

would have been a

a milestone

anniversary

a lingering thought

of what

might have been

and was

again

and was

Golden bough

is our mystery

to explain

where we stand

Golden bowl lies

cracked

the past irretrievable

to display

the terror we fear

by night and day

Golden are the shoes

that will carry my love

aisles

miles

and

into the dance

the joy filled dance

forever

There is/
it turns out/
such a thing as patient love/
unknown to impetuous youth/
lending a well worn path/
to some certain door/
for the wise
 

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There is/

it turns out/

such a thing as patient love/

unknown to impetuous youth/

lending a well worn path/

to some certain door/

for the wise