Mighty Mercury

Dark Fills Spaces Left In the Light

Supernovae scream
Across throbbing vastness
Leave like gifts of heaven
The impossible tears of Kali

 

Weightless without
This tar-dark matter
Heavy heartsore
Like anger or love
A little goes miles

Smells like acid-burn
Like thunder
Saddening, wizening colors
One pinch of facing fear at a time

Needs my touch
Like clay on a wheel
Or it is formless stuck
Like amber waiting for a fly

The Paint Not the Picture

Racing to my right hand
The hand of God
Third hand clapping
Blind eyes
Brush against divinity

Greys not dull or dingy
But the smell of sunrise seascape
Mist and pheromones

Red not dark like power
But the taste of money
Copper in the back of my throat

Blues not simple or cool
But dank city sounds after
A hard ice-ragged acid rain

Filling indiscriminate cracks
Strong atoms leap from my palm
To the brink of illusion

 

Light Fills Spaces Left In the Dark

Invigoration
The smell of clean rain
Tugged from invisible
Protons electrons

Packing particles
Like snowballs
Warm buzzing electric
Form understanding function

Sparks transmute
Inert probabilities
Synapses fire tinged
With braided chakra light
Echo shakes the walls 
Consuming distance

What once was beyond
Is now outside in
Breathing symphony
From the melody of us all

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