I’ve been forged
Formed between the wet
And the moistness of a Day
Where time in its timid but awkward way
Unlocks the bridal of the sun

As I am

Cheered not unlike Thomas
At the rock of our birthing
Just a star’s journey towards forgiveness
My eyes trade left into a blackness
Where light bends into Summer

Seems to me

A crass array of solitude unhinged
By blueness just outside the reach
Of dawn as in down-below the heart-line
A case of intrepid jesters lining
Outside line-of-sight inside lining of a dream

By way of

Velveteen bolts of linear sound by the
Halictidae of this vast ocean floor of desert
Resting upon the thinly veiled neck the
Sorting of taste beyond all clothing the
Closing of my days the exit of my heart inside my soul.
©  K. James Ribble