8. Eyemonds
Let this letter larks you into a landscape
Where rivers do not run deeper than your smile
The springs do not sing purer than your heart beats
The skies do no weave wider a spread than your Orion eyes
The mountains do not speak better than your silence
The seasons do not weave better magic than your touch
The music never reaches as perfect shapes as the magic's waves of your
eyes
Let this letter kiss you into a space
Where no one ever has set foot since they were not you
There your wishes flow and form swirling rising clasping in emerging
notes
That no one ever touched since no one was you
For no one was ever you nor will there ever be
Let this letter take you towards an arch that does not end nor begin
And let me be the silk around your smile and space-muslin basket around
your heart
So that it can collect the daffodils of her beatings and rhythmic
shifting
Let me take your hands and begin an earth quake to wake the seasons
So that they learn to harvest deep like your majesty and mind
So that they learn from your shadow that carries you light in the paints
of its darkness
Let me give you something that no one has ever given for they had never
had you
I give you the shifting of a kind that shifts by dissolving the shifts
itself
They change by evaporating change into a rhythm of water and ice
They change by bringing to burn the steam and snow and breath and the
heat
They dive and rise in a manner where the Universe unites in a unison
That only fragments all into an explosion of fire and magma
And there you have a fountain of dark flowing over the body of lights
Let me give you something that no one has ever received
Let me give you the face of the moon the lunar dust and the horizon
The lunar earth rises and sets and the silence that makes garland of
dark over the full moon
All that sings nothing but your touch in a mythical expanse
Let me offer you the moon of my red heart that has gone white and black
That can only manoeuvre in a manner suitable for an awesome opening
Which you are always winding and rewinding in an effortless sonata
Let this take you to a shape, shade and song
Where you are a shape of what I am
And I am the mirroring lake that holds you as a sacred leaf
Where we are no more sun and earth but the song
A flowing rising falling dancing singing rainbow in the cosmic supernova
blust
A blast of beings’ pearls and diamonds and emeralds
All in one and one in all we are onadia
Together life is the Universe separated we are none
Let me give you this two parts of the moon forever in being
That people do not see
The crescent and the non-crescent moon
A circle rose of dark and light
Being washed by the static wind of eternity's motion
The concave and convex hearts of us in the branch of eternity’s tree
A fruit of dark and light
Where you are always shining and singing increasing in richness of your
seasons breathing pearls of silver diamonds
Eating me up as you go making me in taking me in forming me and shaping
me
And when you are wholesome the universe’s eyemond I am your whole heart
invisibly holding you
And then when you let go of me slowly gradually like calming down like
your breath
I am then becoming you
Walking towards you having you into me my whole white heart
And this gives you this season of the onadia moon
Once you fully breathed me into your white circle of a rose I am your
whole heart now all black
Running like a dark spring beneath earth’s depth
Making you the centre of space and time and this motion’s continual
rhythm’s thread binding us forever
And once you begin to draw me out like you draw with your smile
I begin to flow and form my heart where the dark now beats you inside me
my invisible white heart
Where you ran the white seasons of lights and their labyrinths of joys
and thunder
That no one can speak or sing but you and I for they lack our language.
There
You and I
I and you
In a language of our own
Where you mean I
And I mean you
And when we are
You say I am
And I say me!
In a perpetual moon
In an onadia moon
A black and white circular rose
Having two seasons
Of planting two notes of a seed
In the shades of black and white
In the garden of eternity
We are forever sung
I am calling your name in a slithering dark velvet song
And you playing mine in a rising eyemond white soul sonata
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7. Mimsineem
(Here Immonsim speaks as though he has split himself
into two and taking the trouble of describing how the other feels)
Did I ever tell you,’ he
said, that,
And he paused as though eternity
Can wait on when he speaks to her
A light shines far off the sky where
The darkness swirls into a raging flow
And he said: that I am claustrophobic!’
‘And, he conjectured a weather in his
Eyes that speaks of forming of storms
Of peace, ‘’the only place on God’ earth
I am not is in your eyes!’ And said that
He looked as though he was eternally
Hungry and he started: ‘’Did I ever tell
You how much I love you!’’ And waiting
He tried locating the metre of the Universe
To measure the feet of the poem of his love
‘As much as when you become the air and
I measure my beats bites and burns in the
Rises and falls of your heart.’ He was still
Searching and a silence rose in his eyes as
Though shaping a painting that was clear
Enough to bring in his longing’s landscape
‘’And when life itself becomes a grave claus-
Trophobic I feel at home in the spread of your
Touch and when you cry in dusty silence I
Drown in a knife-disarray that kills me sharp!’’
‘’Did I ever tell you how much, how deep,
How far I’ll go to just hold you in my eyes!’’
‘’I will die and come back a zillion times and
In the unfolding and folding of time and space
Will forever be spelling myself in the letters of
Your eyes and I will only just want to write a
Poem a simple enough sentence that holds us
In awesome a song of your eyes holding me
And mine you.'' He said in speech and silence
The air seems to have gone dry and the words
Reached dust and dire end and still he went
On again: ‘’ Let the world know that I was born
To write your lights and work on with your dark
To make things come alive and air into wind and
Oceans into rhythm of seasons and weather for
You and let the world know that in the colour
Of your dress the nest of an eternity-magpie came
To sing his heart out as though it was a mere guitar
And he only smelt the fragrance of your body and
Mind and drunk only your breathing-whisper-wine
Your soul is where he created a rainbow of glistening
Black that spoke only to you with its whole spread
And burn his utter essence into longing and pining
Just to call out your name and hold your hands and
Touch you and kiss you and run with you falling
Over on the sand getting sandy and singing silly
And on the path of all the age-augmented roads
That we would have travelled together carrying
Each other’s white hair as though they’re our lights
Made of the language that no one spoke or shaped
But you and I an epic of our own where a sentence
Becomes the beginning and ending of time’s bloom.
6. Iznasirsamin
In the beginning the end was
unfolding
in the folds and shapes of myths
motion rolled towards reclining margins of touch
In the beginning the lights danced
beneath the olive tree
where sung the gods in a linear dance
In the beginning the later unfolded
of time metamorphosing
in search of a yellow bird
And there were lines and their labyrinths
there were spiky prickly glasses
and there were still the white bloom
And there were dark velvet whispers
over the mist of harbours and springs
night bed nostalgia yet to be made
There were the dreams and drives
and there were quivering lips
through the mist speaking universe
And the moonlit mist appearance
of goddess calling a worshipper
a rise up race of serenade
In the dark whispers sweet and hot
ran like hot springs under cavern-breasts
and the magic of the dream and the face
And now all together in separation
beds made of pebbles without hearts
hearts made of pebbles without homes
And these longing calls through silence
Making line-sculptures of dead bird
in lights silkier and harder than moon lights and rocks
In the dark holding pebbles' myths tears
speak with pillows and rivers flow
into sleep of salt and dreams of horses and snakes
Remain now time's labyrinth and the steam in throats
everything wants to just flow out on a mission of
Constant flux and breathing seems a sure impossibility
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5. Luminsimin
Through the haze of the early
morning
When night began melting in a thin glow
The wind looked through window-glass
Pining’s spread over his eyes as though
They were holes of craters on the moon
They hold pieces of despair and droughts
He looked out onto the sky through the
Bare winter trees and saw two moons
Unhappy as the mist around them awed
One the real moon and the other beside it
Looked deem and dark like the earth seen
From the space as though a reflection on a
Muddy puddle and the moon unhappy and
Screamed in silence in a glow as though trying
To inject some lights on to the other moon and
None was happy in the lack of connection and
There was no song but the field of the hazy sky
Now lacked any forms of motions or vibrations
And it pained him so much that he withdrew
From the window a storm raging onto itself
Breaking in the walls of his non existent home
He carried two unhappy moons and wished
To gather them together and break them into
Dough in a storm to make a new happy moon
Make a new happy moon with two atrium –cell
Where the blood of happiness forever spells out
Their onadia heart beating lights: a long song-river
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4. Sarclisimiyan
On your scarlet wrist writing my kiss is this ring
Made by my pointer and thumb holding you in
Invisibly in secret of a whisper in a silent clasp
It holds you in the home of this cut out hole of
The moon that hangs on the hand-branch in my
Body-tree spring and it is on hold closed in awe
And I hold you clasped closed to the earth while
You ring me round your wrist an invisible flow
You are the dawn of my heart-sun’s secret sojourn
I am the mouth of the ocean of life in a circle-eye
Set on your pulse to set up my heart’s high and low
So that I am your heart’s beat when it misses one out
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3. Ipponissaman
I now see closing my eyes
Hear without ears
Touch without reach
I now melt as ice dehydrated
I now breathe a burning
Inhale a raw salty sense of absence
Of your not being here
I now am in knots of noughts
I now speak closing the out
Use words as books do
Hungry and eat only apple-imagination
I now seek light in dark an owl
I am now weaning and thinning
And weakening like the moon
Bearing only holes of memories
That are ought to have been but not
I am now being in non-being erasing
Only I do not make any sound
Of making love like pen and paper
I now hold seasons of fire and heat
I am now a fire afire a glow
Of burning of motion of emotion
Of rising of falling or dissolving
Of blooming of a symphony of thunder storms breaking
Yet I am now burning and erasing
In the memories of ought to have been
Inhaling lack of oxygen spelling
Light in the absence of ink
I am falling apart
I am burning a-torn
I am de-atomising alone
Yet a-cold I am as cold as Siberian coal mines
I am in love without a love bite
Stamping over me to show that I am alive
I am now simply surely purely falling apart
Mina minasum imsana romansowy
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2. Erenima
Eerie silence stings the air in the ears
Rarely escape finds an escapade
On the façade of ferrying the slipping lights
The darkness lays eggs of despairs
In this realm of raw abandonment
Aesthetics augments into solitude-signed
Posters of insignias of nothingness
Bloom barbed wired in beyond-reach spring
Here emptiness’ mushroom empire builds
In the damp of appliance-sounds reverberating on the walls
Harpooning the silence into inaudible screams
Here eerie air escapes easily making it hard to breathe
Eerie silence stings the air in the ears
Distances plunge into porcupine geographic stations
Stationary I am in waiting rooms flowing through
Like eyes looking through the glass for a glass-embossed face
No non communicado sine die here wordless walks
Passage out the paths in pointlessness and its sparks
They are all absurd avocado melancholy strewn in sands
None but the neon of longing lights the dark pointlessly
Here I was done a sand castle on the beach only
To be washed away in the mouth of the waves
All foams and fury fathoming all in a hurried grasp
All undone at the feet of the sea lost through the sieve of sands
