I am not
the names given
names taken
embraced
rejected
I am my names
you can not
say the name
of the idea that lies
between
I said the names
external & internal
life & dreams
death & change
you are not your
name
I am your name
except in
moments
when you become your name
once named
you can be ism
all can be ism
all mob ism
i am ism
society takes us
by the hand
groin & spine
wrapping soma in blue
ribbons; techno coloured seams
and a red cross –
stitch
i am names
dancing down concrete slab
alleyways with perfect
4 x 3 windows (= 6 ά²)
is ά just an incomplete chain of eternity or an hour glass
pouring its sand into nothingness ? abyss
does it have an Aeon‘s hands collecting fragments
in time of being ground from stone tablets of thought?
in moments you become a name do you live in moments ? moments are sublime
like watching endless horizon from the highest peak
as gusts of uninhibited winds threaten to push you off the steep face of a mountain
Name = Ism
transient the brown leaf paints its face green
Inverted cripple
surfaces in the ebb
ocean retracts as the moon
slips under the covers
of a sky in dawn
inverted sun
she is not interested
in the beam - touch
of the black hole
inserted name
leathery topography, eroding,
unchanging; hides a face
picks up drift -
bones and river organs
building the hollow nest
of a stick castle
a structure of the moment
inserted ism
waves of the ride fingers the base
moon ; she embraces
tide returns
face sink body floats
pieces
the ocean
reclaiming
stolen
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