(1.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sometimes<\/p>\n\n\n\n
when light contorts
simply to fit
the apparent bonds
of beauty<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am slipped from my bones<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to drift
across the ravenous silence
native solely to sky
as shapeless premonitions
of non existence<\/p>\n\n\n\n
whole galaxies of inanimate thought
written onto every single snowdrop
and then again undone<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and just before the light reverts
to a single entity
just as unliving
as the vast nothingness it encompasses<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and unfolds me
onto my flesh again
flake by thawing flake<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I wonder<\/p>\n\n\n\n
if all that divides
the chemistry
and the magic
of memory
is mere amnesia<\/p>\n\n\n\n
if perhaps this dream
traversable
only upon vessels of shadow
has been dreaming me
between blinks
frame by thawing frame<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and if perhaps
it is right here
where touch
at every waking moment fails
to translate
the incorporeal
to the inherent carnality of truth<\/p>\n\n\n\n
that all uncurrent spaces
are intimately stripped
to fit
the whole unperceived world
onto our fingertips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
so as to give
what heart nor mind
can ever encompass<\/p>\n\n\n\n
another place to live.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(2.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sometimes<\/p>\n\n\n\n
when the night
reveals itself to be
just a vase<\/p>\n\n\n\n
brimming with the absence of your laughter<\/p>\n\n\n\n
a glass caul
in which so gladly drown
the luminant springs of love<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I wonder<\/p>\n\n\n\n
who it was
that coronated Saturn
with a halo of dust<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and
in which of these corners
of our own hastily renounced vacuums
moons now bloom
from the rubble of us<\/p>\n\n\n\n
because sometimes
when nightfall is birthed onto us
from the throats of mockingbirds
in just a single sentence<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“we’re sorry the number you have dialed is no longer in service”<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I feel my blood in desperate search by which one day to suffer one last act of self intimacy (3.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sometimes<\/p>\n\n\n\n upon the kind of fleeting smile I wander until I find the fields all that Artwork: Amnesia, By Ben & Eve Heart.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":285,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[7,6],"class_list":["post-284","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","tag-benheart","tag-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/284","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=284"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/284\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":286,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/284\/revisions\/286"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/285"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=284"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=284"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=284"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
begin to orbit
foreign hearts<\/p>\n\n\n\n
of the sparks<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I might create
some twilight of my own<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and at last
dare to call it art.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
that is really just a question mark<\/p>\n\n\n\n
unbound
down
every realm
you ever bloomed
through bone<\/p>\n\n\n\n
of loves me not
and reap with utmost love<\/p>\n\n\n\n
which you had never wished to sow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"