Discovery of Faith

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What a scene to walk in on;
she slides the sheets up over her quivering lips
to cover that tell-tale gap between her teeth.
She's been lying with what NASA calls
Entry.Descent.Landing. to rove the
red planet that is her stain on the satin
rocks of the moon. She'll thank her
lucky stars that it was me, transplant expat,
not a hooded ninja of religion, to lay eyes.

Alone with the Murder

Like a sailor hauling men overboard

on decks, he lowers the latch

on the door of his 8 x 24

cargo container for the final

shut-in. Deserting

her to that rich valley between his prison cell

walls. Alone

with the murder, the dog surveys

the herculean climb to the bottom of his

potential.  Heave,

the sickness ailing him is more than

merely viral, it’s virtual; worse than the rhythmic pace of

time.

Poetic Soup (formerly Earth in 3D)

The initial awkwardness might at first be caused by my filth.
But when I look her in the eye, there is nothing left similar to a smile.
And I want to be cold. suddenly
I search for solace in the folds of her down-feathered wings.
And for a while, it seems ok there.
But my dream is frightening
Hold the line please, I'll open the door
He wasn't even there, he says he'll be alright.
Simple as a step over the threshhold
Eyes can implicate more than words can say.

Back indoors real comfort comes in nourishment.
I've been betrayed by bliss.
Welcome it in again in due time, to see the changes made to the space.

Nourished senses might reveal truth.
Exercise means discipline though, and my butterflies aren't gone yet.
They swarm, and swarms are impossible in the singular.
Dialogue does not mean one.
Synchronized and syncopate aren't separated by much.
Together is real love in any form
Walls are bad

Alas the cosmos can't be grasped from afar.