the illusion of colors is timeless
a mindwalking camouflage
like dusk removers pushing their dawn
into a shamelessly void sky…

went there and saw
faces with open mouths
only to exhale fugacity
with silent voices…

what it means to find my soul
autumn like drifting through red light…

how came i to hunt sentient ghosts
in catacombs of futures long gone
devoured by light inhaling pasts
a shadow living for eons in decay…

yesterday at day’s break
you roped up time warps
with my night words…

the thunder of eternity ceased
to echo soul caravans in memoriam
being here and now you and i
daubed the canvas of centuries…

catching dream particles made of fireflies
I gazed at your fluorescent lips and fell
off the white-wooden snag and floated
before your eyes aglow with dark desire…

the mortal soil of years
bears on your feet and burns…

glancing at dew on the first
golden leaf your eyes become
mirrors of summer memories and…