"There was a faint glimmering"

There was a faint glimmering in the deep dark of the ocean.
A light so tender and so fragile, glimmering in the dark.
Amongst the swirling mass of liquid darkness a light shone.
It spun ever so gradually but spun with a purpose, a conviction.
Its size was immeasurable–both small and large; and its matter:
both tangible and so incorporeal. A pure thing made of light.
A fallen star, trapped in the barren ocean, trapped in unlight.
It spoke in a nearly imperceptible visual melody, nearly drowned by
the cacophony of chaos encoffining it. A melody of undying life.
It had been there for aeons, trapped, but held our against its own doom.
Up from the sky and down to the deep it fell an age ago.
But it still shines and it still sings, to this day.
A life in the dark.
A light in the void.

M.M.

"It has never been quite clear to me"

It has never been quite clear to me:
the celestial orbits of minds.
We are each of us a bright star in the great vault
of night, but also separated by the empty void.
I have careered so far and so wide
but have seemingly covered zero-distance.
If every man and woman is a star,
a great orb of fire and kinetics and life;
then every man and woman is master
of their own sky, and burns as an aeon.
What then does it mean to know a sun?
What then does it mean to love one?
By all this, it must surely mean
the very beginning of time itself.

M.M.

Depression (Iteration 9)

I am enwrapped in some dark shroud
of a dream that lost its way along the way.
I see variegated futures but they seem just out of reach.
I thought I would become the man I envisioned
in the dead of the night, by the fires' light.
But there is a storm that has never let up;
there is a weariness right behind my eyes
that enervates the very mass of me—what little it be.
I used to propel myself like a comet
across the multiverse of my mind,
birthing stars and careering far.
But the darling daughters of my great vault
do not dance in their everlasting light.
I lay still now—dormant—a deep slumber
in which the shades take ghastly form.
Listening intently for the music of yesteryear:
the sound of galaxies that once so comforted me.

M.M.

"My world trembled"

My world trembled
          with every step she took
I crumbled
          at the shifting of her neck
The dose brought me to ruin
Pursuing this careering shooting star
I can't remember when the dagger
Slipped in
          between my ribs,
          toward my heart
She came on soft like the wind
Nestling comfortably like sin
I never had a chance
It was one glance, maybe two
And I just sank and sank and sank
Deep down into her ocean blue
And now, I'm somewhere between
The spear-tip of madness and
Utter desiccation
Everything else
          is just gravity: unbreakable law

M.M.

"The winter wind whirls round'

For Ale

The winter wind whirls round
Telling me of the things that make me unbound
I do not know how it is I now here stand
I do not know by which hand or brand
I was wrought by the magic of aeons
The billion-year processes that I am built on
Dust is my blood and atoms my breath
For but a minute I exist, and a minute to my death
As I watch the stars drift and align
And all the distant worlds collide
I know nothing but what this wind tells me
And the secrets my stars have gifted me

M.M.

"if I murdered the light"

if I murdered the light

would it stay the chaos in my mind?

if I murdered the light

would peace unseat my demon inside?

"These shadows"

These shadows howl and whirl round
And I'm becoming so unbound

I can tell you the Devil don't lie
And I've never questioned why

But I've found my reason to live
And I'm gonna give it all I can give
From this solarfall till I finally fall

Forever, once and for all

M.M.

Depression (Iteration 7)

Hold fast to the world
As it spins erratically
Make haste toward the end
As I descend chaotically

The world tears apart at the seams
And as the sky heaves and weeps
Wreckage falls like comets
The entropy coming, rushing

Love is the finest poison
Seeping into the ocean of wounds
Infecting and erupting the heart
In this haggard, final season

The kinetics strip away my flesh
She, singing sweetly like Death
I knew my terminal phase
When I saw her truth in the rain

This whole universe fractures
And the void swallows the light
The last light, the last of all of me
It all ends, with a pained, muted sigh

M.M.

She, My Victory

The moon blooms above the
Sprawling darkened wood
It, beaming in knowing propitiousness
Her face: lit incandescent and
Emanating Promethean flame

Each word that she utters
Shatters the silence like
The ponderousness of infinity
And with her every movement
She brings me my victory

She is always at my side
A statement and a scythe
Slicing through my gossamer mind
Regina of my ever-night
Wielding the might of her sky

I've warred with the high Empyrean
And the Great Dragon
And burned in both those infernos
And still she rose me to life
And resurrected me in her Light

At this moment, in this forest
Her caresses impede time
She shifts the whole howling midnight
And brings wreckage to my flesh
And the very Life of my Death

M.M.

"I feel too much"

I feel too much

And know too little

The blaze in me burns so wildly

And so widely

How far-stretched I am, across the

Zero-temperature void

Dialoguing with moribund stars

Who tell me their secrets in their last moments

Madness, I think, is sickness of the heart

Metastasizing to the mind, already so frail

The world, it seems, is made of parts

Assembled so incomprehensibly

Or perhaps that's just the way it reflects in me

Reflects in the mirror-pool of my inner-scape

I feel too much and know too little

And I continue, all ablaze and all in disarray

M.M.

Moments in Time

This is another moment in time
that I've wandered into half-mindedly
The great span of life compressed
to the span of a quickened heartbeat
Questions that I ask, of myself
of the streaming thoughts
that whirl in me like wisps—
It is all a familiar song
that I forgot as the younger
A song that has aged vividly
And here I am, caught out in the pouring rain
of event, action and variegated lines of time
as I step forward, once again, decidedly
into a new story unknown

M.M.

Fighting for Yourself

Been on this road
Just trying my best to stay afloat
Carrying my bones
From one sunset to the next
Hoping for a little light
Hoping for the best

Underneath the great night sky
The song carries on
Leaving me breathless
Waiting till I'm all but gone

Yeah, I've seen Death's eyes
Onyx black and gaping wide
But there's a fire in me
And I no longer wanna hide

I'm fighting for myself
Fighting for this little life of mine
I'm not gone yet
And I'm not ready to die

Bloodied yet unbowed
I'm the master of this realm
Wielding the might of my sky

M.M.

Darkling

Night comes to rest upon a bed of gossamer dream
As the old mists of the mind rise in rivulets
The shadows of thought flit through a jeweled forest
The moon, gleaming by an ancient magick
The well-worn mask of time slips gracefully away
As the stars pierce the veil, grateful of the reprieve
The fire-dancers, in their maelstroms, bound and leap
Through the fantasy that sweeps across the earth
The limits of sight and sound are ever more bent
Bent, and stretched, as the Darkness comes thundering
As the Darkness comes, fierce as the chaos of dawn

M.M.

a piercing in time

I wonder if it's ever going to make sense
          being caught out in an ocean of time
          and enwrapped in winter-weary roaming
my mind is cleaved by comforts of remembrances
          I don't think the distance between
          nothingness and infinity has ever felt so tender
not quite a passage through, or a falling
          I coast, in the sigh of momentum
the tone color of thought
                              all that I will ever come to know

M.M.