The World Between Worlds

Of the flowers: a ninth silence, like the eyelids of Leviathan,

the eyes shift 

into parallax of an imaginary number, the codex of 

unfamiliar Autumns, when the Ocean is empty

and the beach

a silent grey illusion, diamonds trapped in the beaks 

of hovering gulls

and the triumph of a single star

is spinning it's light around the reeds 

in nursery rhymes that lure the mermaids

across the sand to a silent nest

full of machine made eggs and the lost wisdom 

of Heraclitus:

you can never step in the same river Once.

*

At the edge of the Sea, there is a violet frondescence 

curling paragraphs in the cresting waves,

uncertainty a newborn smile, where the Ocean becomes that 

which it is NOT:  handshaking the sky, 

Sky falling into the coral reef,

light arriving like Michaelangelo's paintbrush in 

the pinkness of an anemone's bloodshot membranes.

*

The Skyscrapers lean into the wind, their denizens trapped

in the glass like so many unfinished cartoons,

eyes balancing seashells in windowpanes that contain nothing but 

glass,

waiting to be broken 

by gamma rays that are chasing the souls of the Sailors

back into the Sea

where they too will learn the wisdom of the World between Worlds

rising into a convection,

the sun 

inhaling the ghost,

 from ninety million miles away 

Reviews

[Robin]

the ninth silence and the eight circuits , the unfathomable buzz of RNA stripping fate from the chiral spin of linearity , sumer temples aligning to lost points of reference , and light let there be light as it struggles to escape the gravity of it all ...

looks like it will be a nice day today ...

[Edward]

You have written a very nice poem. I see these worlds as the natural untocuhed land and the industrial land. It seems that the natural world was the world before all the industries. You are reminding us what are world was before distruction. Now man has taken most of the world over with smog and smoke. A great read! :)