Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Green Twilight



 A figure
In the distant wind
Cloaked
In green twilight

            Standing in
            The blue hands
            Of space
            Holding diamonds,
            Open palmed
           
                        A figure
                        Moving through
                        The voice of shadows, their aquamarine
                        Shifting facets

Multiplying stars, gems
Multiplying countless paths of
Thought shifting through
The twilight green arc
Of endless substance of breath

              A figure
              Captured in the horizon’s lime edge 
              Like a trapped bird
              Magnetic sculpture
              In electric casing
              Of green twilight

                            A figure stands
                            In the portico of time
                            In the vestibule of space
                            On a tile of thought

Mansion in the desert
Parqueted in a labyrinth floor
Of mind wandering through interlocking triangles
Of intersecting rooms

            A figure
            Thinking itself out, exhausted
            As it is thought out
                            
                          Above
                          The wind
                          That frames and outlines
                          The figure
                          Eight
                          Is the real shape of being

Projected on an electric field
Luminosities within
Curving fields of space
Bodies of starry water
Flowing through fluid valleys of gravity
Untying rivers of light
Pulling shadows down stream
Into the aquifers of the moon

         Dragon shaped kisses
         Flame from the cave of her body
         Force and form
         Projected upon the activated surfaces
         Of infinity
         Lunar iridescences
         Electric arrays of aurora

                Liquid poses of
                Countless positions of thought
                From out of the sky of lime and marble
                Encased in green twilight
                Non-terminous
                Projected in luminous motion
                Of starry bodies
                Astral water flowing
                Far away in rivers of flight
                Carrying scintillant shadows of fire
                Into the inner iron core
               Of unreachable violet angelic mountains
                Encased in pillars of wind
              
The figure
Can never leave

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Greetings, My name is Jon Landon. I am a native of the San Francisco Bay Area. I I can write everything from Poetry to Technical Writing, I am a UC Berkeley Alumni ('88)