my breath is nova
exploding
between limited walls of
crushed hopes
within my
eyes i am constructing
bridges of splintered photons
old pictures of you
my Cassiopeia

beyond the dreaming veil
unfolding my wings
becoming another he
he who reaches with
timeless
thousand
tyrant
suns
her exploding memories
of

l
o
v
e

thought inspires shore inspires abyss
exhale
inhale
the dust of colliding atoms
the spark of making love
it is the reflection of the dawn
in her eyes and
she builds pyramids across the
fire deserts of Sakhara
her smile
caged into the yellow stone
of a winged god
she holds my hand
before escaping
burning Troy
praying for

rain

among
and between
again
resisting the iron birds
of spanish muskets deep
within the misty jungles
of the new world
old
dances
old
of blood and sperm and soil
once or maybe an infinite

peut-etre
passengers on a late train
from here
to

.