September’s Benevolence

There is a breeze
Grass soaking wet-
An ocean gossamer of all things Autumn and old
All things ethereal and elusive,

Gleaming nectarous in some distant bliss
Is the moon and we hold hands
Attached by habit “Mother leave me be”
I say halfheartedly half-wanting half-hopeful,
Tonight will extend into forever,
I say, I say but having swallowed the blackberry briers
My mouth only bleeds

She’s silver flowing and still
Dressed in spiderwebs,
Shadows casting such presence transcendent,
Perpetually followed closely by an entourage,
And she speaks to me coagulating
“If you want to leave,
I will take all of your guilt”

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Fringe Discovery

Counted blessings as seeing the morning sun
Through ten feet of water contemplated swimming
Without the ability to comprehend stable space
Walked across lily pads tempting each to sink
With the slightest indent,

Muddled visions of low tide bringing forth sea shells
Fish scales washed clean and decomposing
Predicting growth as saturating skin till sediment ladened
Pruning exterior inconsistencies
Without care for environmental impact,
Shed dead cells hoping only underneath
Goodness will remain,
Release the ballast
Relinquish dated forms of weight
Memories muttered still remain
Traveling in modulated echoes
Faintly sometimes
Worn and unidentifiable
The past makes clarity further away
Dredge pocket change from sense thrown wistful
Pond bodies becoming wishing wells
To switch perspectives
Believe in the moment gravity shakes hands with hope
Strobing out then again-
A frog leaps from roots showing
Afraid to see the reflection of the place it lives in