poems

As above, so below. What is hidden shall grow. What is fixed shall be melted by Flame. Yod and He in the East. Aleph fed every beast. And the Cherub concealed the old Name. Seven planets in lead. Seven kings of the dead. Seven seals that no prophet may break. Drink the blood of the vine. Etch the mystical sign. And the Sword shall appear from the Lake. As the Lion grows white. As the Raven takes flight. Every ending remembers the Spring. As above, so below. Once revealed, the words flow. And the thorns always crown the King.

Beneath the glass of a midnight sky, A single flame flickers, held in the palm of an unseen hand. The stars tremble, like fragments of a lost dream, Each one a beacon leading toward an ancient shore. Smoke rises, a serpent of memory, thrice coiled and coiling, waiting. In that pause, a name is spoken, and the night unfolds like a map, Drawn forth from silence.

When bombs fall When bombs fall the sky is consumed by fire The sky is forgiving When bombs spring When bombs spring the earth becomes an estuary for the viscous time The time is singing When summer falls When summer falls the birds are immobile on the living branches The branches are iridescent When winter rises When winter rises the bombs fall And the sky is consumed by fire