Scars
Sometimes I feel uninvited.
The high ascending shriek of my silence
Penetrates, rendering local molecules and minds sterile,
Words wither, unresponsive to tight passivity.
Until, propelled and gasping, I go outside.
Endlessly above,
Isolated pilots swing their craft on high,
Glinting wings, slicing,
Screaming in the bliss filled, rushing air,
Behind them trails luminously crosstiched,
Beautifully dissolving
Sky scars.
Inside, the silence roots, entrenches, spreads.
Formless words abort, hissing lipless next to the invite
I've ripped up and dropped
Crumpled and pointless, onto the floor.
Sunlit
Nimbus exquisite,
exquisitely, incredibly,
Poised,
Held on an impossible pinhead
Softly turning,
Become a million open mouths drinking light,
Inhalling blushed golden, quivering notes,
Quick traceries arc, leap inside the flesh of chest and arms
as they evaporate and rise.