"What to do with this love"

What to do with this love in disarray?
This precious little thing lost in the wild
Its monument remains unfinished
As its metropolis falls to ruin
It has striven for an age and
Bounded across oceans of dream
It eagerly stroked the edge of freedom
As it careered with the impetus of comets
What to do with this ailing star?
Entering its terminal phase in the void
A stasis created by chaos, by entropy
Its kinetics measure zero-degree
It collapses into itself at every step

M.M.

"Come again to me in unsettled dream"

Come again to me in unsettled dream
With a crop of stars in your hair
And your Promethean soul laid bare
Undressed by winter caress
And uncoiled by rebelliousness

Remind me of your sylvan song
And the heady times now long gone
When once we were raging storms
Expending ourselves like lightning
And verging on immortality

crucible

deep rumbling in the vaults

unlight crawling out from the corner

encroaching upon me, shrouding me in night

I see a diamond shining erratically

quivering like a sodden child

quivering with amorphous fear

white beams struggling for breath and reach

this cell within which I crumble

slowly, through aeons of dogmatic word

speaking shrilly and grating soul

blinding sight and effacing my one-letter name

I dine with the shadows that drape the walls

brokering on behalf of stars lost in disarray

demons lit by tremors of implacable thought

they give voice to night, they proselytize

the darkness delivers me to myself

stripped bare by godlessness, immolating faith

and up from the ground, where I festered

my own word tears me apart

as I rebuild myself, one sin at a time

M.M.

Prometheus

The dawn of day
The millennia etched in the horizon
Suns that have risen for eternity

Awakening with great mind's eye shut
From a grave, stillborn and wretched
Layered with absolute cold and stagnation
Beleaguered by the tides of restrictive time

Womanly in vigor and disrupting order
Love coming from deep unknown
Nurtured to manhood by emboldened will
Conation and will, desirous of freedom and more

Risen to heights, beyond mountain peaks
Declaring war with petulant gods
Armed with a sword of light
A coruscating blade, cleaving the black void

A circle of fire, a ring of flames
A storm of ignited elements streaking across the empyrean
Fire in the flesh of man, in the heart of woman
Kinetics of force enflamed
Truth raging ever more wildly
As the vibrant colors of horizons change hue

Destiny in mortal hand
Death and life as courses undetermined
A soul found between a thought and a word

M.M.