Día de Muertos
Moments of vision fade clean away
But a magical moment is with us, today;
Under the Volcano, we shiver and shake
Standoffishness rules, for all hearts’ ache.
And all this will cost you
Is all of your life.
Cast over the sea, cast over the moon
you’ll be reading the stars, after reading the runes.
Green shades of thought
- landscapes of the eye -
See! life’s dappledsunlight
is passing you by:
a primal scream, on the edge of a screen
monitored, modulated, nuanced
much more than it seems.
your dreambody dream
will allow you to flee.
You can’t catch me!
Murmuring voices,
still passing us by
a drift into trance — — a sleeping goodbye
our silent dance
as we move to the grave.
Can you believe, that Jesus still saves?
the apotheosis of gaze,
the opposite of glance,
a dream-time of slippage,
a macabre romance.