Incidental solar flare
seeks easement
right of way
to use my being for incarnation
I acquiesce though it’s no small matter
these photons really are
quite lovely little bullets
of light massage
I emanate
rapture on a beam
I burn till I melt
till I liquefy
how splendid indeed
to be deity
© Chagall 2014
Have I been guilty since innocence died
or is it just a passing phase,
to turn a phrase faster than the other cheek
we turn, we dance in light yet received
here in passing glance from the corner of eyes
I’d ache for until I knew you once upon a
timeless place, this heap of abandoned garden
rusted gate and crooked walk, tears-soaked
cobblestone grout lines the words we didn’t say
except out loud to hide the knowing, to shield
them dusk till dawn freezes over, and over and done
again and yet no more or less than the sum
is greater than the parting of seas where we’re born
birthed to behold the saline state of our lives
we once walked upright, before the floods
until after the Eve of the mad dash
© Chagall 2014
Alphabet City 