a matter of life and death

when my mind goes blank i pray

that God fills the gaps between decayed
strands of thought and hope
and takes me to the land forgot,

where good exists and web unweaved
we find each other as we're meant to be
with struggles given meaning that indeed:
we weren't just a nihilistic dream.

fire

the solitude of letting go

of years of work of being let go

of package given be on your way

deepest needs of purpose work;

and so it ends and he retires

and substitute of bubble echo chamber net

and screens and screams of news and war;

and you, whom i told: i hurt you too,

hangs loose i nearly let you go

the firing you volunteered for

money runs dry and so goodwill

i hate to speak in code yet i did

our eyes locked you understood and

gave a sigh; and you let the matter go;

let the matter go

return

stars, be bright, and tell your kin:
we tried so hard to flee from sin,
but treasure troves of goods we stole
was lost, was free, we can't recall
the thrill of taking what wasn't ours
crystallized our very souls
transfixed we stood then looked above
and saw that we have wronged our love;
go, hurry, and tell your kin:
save us from our sin.

Binsey hope

in friendship, moments lost are healed;

stones surge, bend and arch

so morning sun can shine

through kaleidoscope of glass;

even dust inside says: silence,

He will come again like stars.

stings

you put us here to doubt in you;
in cold atlantic breath
you put on this earth.

the weight of this --
miles of ocean air above --
crushes me.

what fool I am who can't make sense
of shame of doings
and shame of nothingness.

like lesson in school endlessly repeated,
I still don't understand what the message is,
and what I should do with myself.

first home

time waits for no one,
but i wait for you, in time:
-- lush memories of youth
taking and developing photos,
film-based, and digital photo booth --
I wait for you in time,

on cobbled British streets;
eternal rain, eternal sunshine

the invisible elect

give hope to all:
to all who've lost
false gods be false
whether they take
to victory or not;

but people -- be they shivering
while stand by side of road
ask change in plastic cup
who knows from where they came
and where they will end up;

or be they at home

in front of screen

brought low

by years of work

and happening to find

some precious truth that

they never wanted to let go,

with fear they fear

will be taken away; and more -- 

people, will always be

flesh and bone;

flesh and bone:

give hope to all.