carpe infinitum

May 15, 2008 - 09:25 AM PST

the tenor sings within my mouth
trapped behind ranked snow white horses
- seize the infinite -
absentmindedly reciting creed amidst
shadows of a temple long bereft of word or note

there he stands atop my tongue
treading pacing travelling
writhing end to withering tip
his notes remain aborted
only tasted, never eaten
a lilting swell of soaring forgetfulness
accompanies this mockery of possibility

he tempts my lips
- part for me -
he beckons my limbs
- reach for me -

he bends the straight path corner and crevice while
the peaks and valleys tremble,
rioted by his voice,
his unseen machinations --
the shifting continents of my face
splinter sharply cracking as a rind,
the sound heralding the birth of
one, cold, smile.