landscape of the soul

the landscape of the soul
sprawling apocalyptically
through waking thought,
twilight shades of memory,
and labyrinthine apparitions
during the eye’s rapid
yet sheathed voyages
through dark oceans
of oblivion.

emerging out from underneath
scattered forms disengaged
through feathery epiphanies and
many-eyed seraphim
inhabiting restlessly the cricket-croaking
of a moon-eyed summer night.
wind singing through pine needles;
angelic chorus intermezzo.

the boundless deep
we spend our days
in the face of
finds us all in one way or
another

it found me
eating
sleeping
drinking in death

tossing
turning
open-eyed sleeping

ungrateful as the howling
of empty days break-necking by

it found me, the boundless deep did
it glared into me until I could
no longer stay together

and then
it let me go.