Allowing light to penetrate this cryptic topography.
The sun accentuates its elliptic identity
from above, a translucent jade
ensconced the loss and uncompromising decay
like the texture of a masquerade
cloaked in symbols to unnerve
the jungle’s passion play.
All the secrets were concealed
footprints and past evidence sealed
behind a cordoned clearing
irreparable sin
all manner of excess and fascination
expresses itself in backwater reflections.
Dark waters seized in the stream bed
where weeks of rain and flood merge
limb and blood
vine wound bone rock
hair strewn skin
all coarsing within the accepting earth.
The canopy takes another breath
initiating a rebirth
from what rooted us to death,
a banyon tightened noose
and sometimes they are never cut loose
but you imagine it and are held in thrall,
left to heed compulsion’s call,
to fill a page torn from the mystery
like leaves from a tree in pendulous pause
without a soul to witness
the collaborating forest
while tongues of mist
whisper of its myths
on distant peaks.
When silence speaks,
it’s through the wind
an invocation,
buoyant and blanketing
the sharpest contours
softening in the rain and cloud shadow
able to penetrate passages narrow,
cautious by approach,
a barely audible voice
from the minaret of choice
lost in circles under a darkened dome
you come to the remains of a forgotten home
just beyond the crossroads,
a ruin from antiquity
to leave offerings of wisdom
on the altars of the collective memory.
yakskinpocketnotes 