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The rocks of Albion press gentlyUpon my most remote bone fragments,In loving tribute to the meaninglessness of loyalty.I am an alkaline fossil in the limestone of Dover.In some geo-polymer-nonsense context,All I can do tonight is luv in trackless, lachrymose flight.
I Am the rocks of Albion.  Some Jesus told me, reluctantly,Reluctant of all the world’s misplaced treasures,In petra-coital wonderment,Of true reversement – of parallel space.

Arriving Only Now

Arriving only now,
After your harrowing journey,
Across galaxies of misunderstandings,
Pinkish afterlight, a star
That exploded five eons ago.


Behold. Light from a non-existent source.


Day is the jaundiced afterlight
Of the non-existent night, and
Night is the space
Inside the open arms of a lover
With amnesia.


Arriving only now,
This love as the crystal afterlight
Of ineffable surrections.
May this now, above all radiants,
Be a holding of release.