NEARING THE FAR EDGE OF NEVER


Sounds etched in re-thought poetical terms,
terms loud enough for
magic evenings and spaced one after one after
(ONE)

until perfect silence sounds enough for
loud; space/paid re-understood

in secret.

(does it work still, the machine made old and outdated time and time again
fear irrelevance less than the desire to escape inward and forget that
everything happens as a revolution.)

Enlightment,
the strands of thought becoming revolutionary and the revolution as a process that
ends and exists
as
closer and closer the outcome,
unwinds in something done true.

Beauty beautiful one untold enough to set myself in rhymed time.

Impermanence impermanent unfurled far enough to see another love mine.






KNOWING THE PRICE PAID


Like,
we know it all,
she says.
Like we
know it all.


Do you wait,
for scenes
to make
clear
the
secret you unfurl
so that
in time of
crisis,

you pass.

Flying,
pass
and everything left behind
understood.


Pass,
and all of us,
each one,
victorious?






WAITING FOR BELL TOLL


I wish I knew
how to tell you.
Stair
falling
snow


fell


in silent
packs

or
ice,


Shaped and
understood


that I missed you too,
I miss you



too,


and poem


is a


testament.






LETTING THE LAST TRIP FORGET


It doesn't have to be,
an A.M. flight
for
Newark NJ to

unwind time into
thoughtlessness.


But when planes
take moments and parting is sadness


forgetting lets
love lie,
undisturbed.


The most difficult
and contained of all,
the connection to

impermanence and the knowledge that
everything is

free but

time.



© Ryan Barker 2005