Good even
original poetry & imageslike facial features
|Mice|
in the attic with insulation
Evening is gnawing the day
Away.
deep blue light - celestial rain
not wet, it is heavenly slumber
that descends, lapis lazuli.
ever elusive,
Hers or his or theirs
divine or bestial,
Even the crumbs
are holy.
A transition is born
to itself & opens
wide eyes.
Expressions of wild beasts
half-seen in the night
of interstellar
transmaterialization.
actions taken
qualifiers pasted
absurd origins
chased.
eat, sleep, wake,
Everything is faces,
buttons awaiting engagement
And sleep will come
to the one who stays
between on this fine even.
Writing & images
By 
2/22/18
Notes
Hey all,
For this evening poem I tried to write with simple language the odd feeling of the blueness of night descending (I almost succeeded, though I couldn't resist adding "transmaterialization" in one of the stanzas: referring to dissolving between the waking and sleeping states.) There is a bit of droll humor in the stanza starting with "|Nouns|." After a while, when you write everyday, it can start seeming like just words, words, words! The deeper meaning of the art, and how it teaches you, is a more subtle process requiring your focus and integral intention. Anyway, thanks for reading as always, and I'll see you tomorrow! Here's the links to the other two posts from today: