36 Days
English woodcut, 1547 Cicero Writing His Letters Artist Unknown Reads like 36 years This strange chapter In this anomalistic volume This mendacium vade mecum We turn the pages Day by day An exposition of aberrant acts Written in crayon But we are Truth In the face of Untruth We are Honesty On the field of Dishonor We are the art On the canvas of thought The harmonic timbre In the vibration of souls We are the love That will destroy enmity We are the liason To Cicero...
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Woodcut, Hans Glaser Depicting an event at dawn, April 14, 1561 over Nuremberg, Germany On a cloudless night With a mysterious quill Dipped in Midnight’s ink A message is emblazoned Across the Firmament The flashing lights graze The atramentous page A flickering display In the soft-moving vents Of a gentle Zephyr The luminous whisper Above the sleeping rooftops Under which we’ve emerged From our amethyst cocoon Has renewed us in alien bodies The lambent Crescent overhead Silently watches the flowing milk Swirling into glittering spheres While gossamer fingers gently grasp The frayed edges of ebony fabric There we wait, consecrated and anointed Immersed in star-like projections Yearning for the Western Passage For the feathery beams to cast downward And carry us to the distant Realm...
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Bronze Coin, Greece struck 280 – 261 BC Tripod – associated with Apollo and the Oracle of Delphi Antiochus I, Soter Victorious Apollo Who with all his arrows Has slain the Pythian Beast And now upon his horse Circles the Oracle of Delphi Who sits upon her tripod And cries out in ecstasy While the hammer of Hephaestus Strikes the coin LiNdA
Read MoreTierra de Quinientos Años
Las Flores Amarillas, EM Gibello We are the gold in the ore The magnets in the lodestone The ice on the mountain We are the mists of the swamp The dust of the trail The leaves of the jungle We are the ghosts on the ship The gypsies on magic carpets The strangers on the train We are the fish in the streets The ants on the walls The pigs in the mud We are the breath of the innocent The song of bee eaters The agony of illicit love We are the rain of yellow flowers The shade of almond trees The flood waters of bananas We are the alchemists in the lab The revolutionaries in the square The lovers in the garden In this land of five hundred years...
Read MoreThe Tree
Grandfather Oak Cherokee Cemetery, Cherokee, California If one wishes to gain The wisdom of the Tree, One must listen to The Tree LiNdA
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