13.11.11

Modern Eternity

The train passes leisurely
Over dark green water,
Tributary to the sound;
Jetstreams careen
Into the bright white orb

In the window frame
Is a scratched world glinting
Ruinous and pure;
Horizontal eternity
Hangs in a moving gallery



((modern eternity))

1.11.11

Exhibit: The Red Box




the red box

hyperreal
unopened

passions
potential

sparkling
and obvious there

encircled
by spotlight

a puzzle box
a riddled universe

one without
another within

having waited
now disquieted

it's ready
to open

the four walls
unfold

 red love
nature