Tarsya

formed in the core of a bursting star
and scattered on the winds of space
i am a windswept mountain peak
a grain of sand lost on a beach
a stone turned over in a field
a pebble in a rushing stream
worn down by weather and by time
i am the soil on which you stand
the underworld beneath the street
where worms [...]

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Fertility is Emptiness

Intensities of bent invention
sidestep personal intention
on a hieroglyphic journey
through the drift into the dream core
through the crossroads
out a tunnel
as if on a ferry floating
on the waters of a story
past an empty railroad station
filled with ghosts and flickering memories
out onto the raven’s highway
under blue skies in the throne room
clouds like sombre silent kings
emerging as the daylight [...]

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