[Intrinsic]

Splintered hour glass of time,
red and orange ancient sun,
the earth is pierced with iron post and gate-
that in the sleepy mist of dawn,
by rust is taken.

Luminous dew on natures fierce, green, blade-
a caterpillars shed coccoon;
further away, a butterfly appears in the sky,
far away, awakened.
Splintered hour glass of time,
warm, mellow, sun;
a path tangled in vine:
forgotten temples, lost in restless jungles,
lay in ruins overcome.

The lock upon the garden gate is a snail,
and there's a broken hinge as well;
nothing is what it keeps out in the end,
and nothing it keeps in-
it rusted from the millienias of rain drops that fell,
time into time, and again.

Splintered hour-glass of time,
red and orange, slow, setting sun:
the ivory colored moon stains the decaying twilight,
of nights gray-washed canvas;
while the earth spins ever around,
on infinity's stainless axis,
that in the deep exhale,
of cosmic breath is shaken.
Farther away still new born nebulas appear,
the ripples of eternity unmistakened.
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2003 after and during the black out.

Sunset.. back, primordial, back..
swirling dust, lava cooling, clay turning, earth spinning, creation-
back, darkness-emptiness.
Sound without sound,
light without light,
unknowable unknown.
It was that kind of time-candles burning,
batterys in my organ; although I really can't play..
sun blasting through the block glass basement windows-
through the prizims of thought magnified.
Darker there; sustained g notes.. e notes...darker..... back.