collecting sky, breathing words
personal pronouns smashed
and then connected
to a more natural language
winking and blinking
into a pattern of nets
melting
into waterfalls of sky
heart beating
into the patter
of moonlit leaves
pine branches breathing
into wind
and the constant cycles
of pale light
the stars are swimming through
full moon canopy
holding what has to be broken
and then held together
by paths collecting across the mountains
breaking fountains into open pages of reality
breathing tones
into manic
magic writing
as the silence is canonized
into a cacophony of frozen light
vapors
keep the sky moving
into clouds circling
into an iridescence
plain and painful
and searing through commas and comas
lost gospels crowd around
displaying missing pieces
in the silent thunder
of the perfect mind
disconnected particles
of nightmares and dreams
might only be the tip
of deeper shudderings
vibrating into
letters appearing just beyond sight
as sky floods the river
of unconscious vision
and the magnetic meanderings
of that vision
into consciousness
the knit center moved by the energy
into a streaming ambience
as lightning flashes a star-making sound
felt as liquid
around the shapes of words
washing the stain
of panic attacked pools of memory
my mind cleaned out
by songs
moving through the darkness
-Joseph Owen
