evolution

Twin Universe

now to wait for the truth, the root and the fruit, the voice that was supposed to be a birthright and has been silent, not the voice but the images, the dreaming flow in the mind and the unselfconsciousness, not THIS IS GOOD, not WHO AM I but the dreaming flow, the images that twist and shimmer and are never the same in the brain, liquid and milky and fickle, words written over and over like the name of god on the devil's book, words dancing like a face on the water and everywhere the image, the evolution of the image across a million years of a golden beach, erosion and sunlight and the footprints of fantastic beasts, buried monoliths and megaliths cracked and fallen, moons lost in memory and the words, the words, what was I saying - when I lie asleep sometimes I'm not asleep and that's when the other eye opens -

there's something in the symmetry of the floor tiles in the cafe where the old women mumble through mouthfuls of cake about the old rituals and the new rituals, and the rain thunders on the plastic roof of the shopping centre and the smell of chips - something that's reflected in the mind and emerges in science, in painting, in the rhythm of fingertips on intimate skin, something in the beauty of her obsessions as she sculpts her thoughts into something permanent, something that glimmers in an electrical web across the light years between stars - or am I being overdramatic - is it nothing but patterns averaged over eons of randomness - the laws, the edges of clouds and the incredible colours - blades of grass moon-bright -

another time I might have sung into my sleeve / I might have cried and hid my face / I might have stood in the shadows and watched you leave / another time I might have decided that it was time to go / peel back the air with my hands and peer into the universe under the skin of this one / the shy twin who waits

One-body-dream

At the edge of the mandala
we tiptoed through dream streets
trying not to wake the lizards
trying to avoid the tigers

we lay in the bodies of birthing galaxies
and wandered blindly inward
following the calls of dead mothers and fathers
leaves on our faces, stones underfoot

sisters and brothers of kraken and lungfish
blood flowers and soft hearts
we dreamed of mouths and voices
and woke to sing the song of the centre

we laughed, we saw demon girls
and shining soldiers, crowns of petals
we became a billion centuries
we forgot to ask for anything

among hills and rivers that circle forever
we are skeletons dancing in a black bonfire
wet with rain from clouds of every colour
trapped and shining in the blue jewel of one body