Wednesday, January 6, 2010


In the fractal edges of her love

Where the sands at singing beach mutter under footfall

Just one set now

Ten twilights she sickly slept and through it all he tried to warn her

Though he would never dare to call her name again

This, I would call fair

In obsessive toil

Navigating the idea of some sun shining world

The cloud collapsing ocean still survives this starving conclusion

And her special sense of tragedy and dreams

That impression she left

lives on in chattering sands

Her endless and tiresome sense of "justice"

Closed the door in the face of another orphaned season

So many lives ago

So many long letters ago


Still, in another world, He promises to be on her side

This, I would call fair

This, I would call sanctuary


Mai said...

I like this photo!

How are you doing ?

snakedance said...

Thanks so much Mai. I will hopefully be showing some work in March at IPAL Kagawa. It would be great to see you there if you can make it.