I am fallen in you

I am fallen in you
Like a wave that weeps the shore
A sun that runs itself in
The contours of your face
are a future eternal in distant past
And your eyes rise something blind in me
You lightning away the dark
Darken that silent background noise
My physics are all turned I suppose
With day of light wavering from night to night
Energy running young and unshelled in me
And everything that you are
I am fallen in

M.M.

"The space between atoms"

The space between atoms. The interval between thoughts. The rapture of orgasm. The piercing of a knife. The lifting of a melody. The stealing away of innocence. The godhead of grace. The godhead of sin. The power of a lie. The cataclysm of truth. The kinetics of a fist. The hunger of violence. The satiation of knowledge. The ecstasy of beauty. The void of war. The purity of unlight. The evisceration of love. The evisceration of love. The evisceration of love.

M. M.

"It's those melodies"

It's those melodies, that music with the otherworld cadences,
the lyrical sounds that take you to that other place: that place
in your head, in your heart,  where all your true desires and feelings
are hid away, kept away from everyone else. It's those songs that
take you there, that divest you from the here-real and take you to the
real-real. There, where you are true and solid and physical and gossamer.
From one note flowing to the other, all ephemeral and yet all eternal.

M. M.

Memorandum

I felt like there was something waiting to happen—something waiting for me. The chaos inside my mind had come to a head. And the restlessness had burrowed deep into my fibers, the full extension of my being. A vibration of atoms, a tremendous vibration of my atoms. Half asleep or half between death and life, everything once a construct began to fall away. Just motions in time: these thoughts I knew to be cataclysm. I was in a moment in time, the only moment in time that mattered. And one step from falling into the pool of the sun.

M. M.