The Unveiling of Xerolage #43--Grapyrus

Here it is: http://xexoxial.org/is/xerolage43/by/matina-l-stamatakis

With special thanks to mIEKAL aND,
Kane X. Faucher, Maria Damon
and John Moore Williams.

Visions of Finality

paint ravens into horizon, come out of view--then into--
do not reflect on endings that have passed, but beginnings that never
were

**

they reveled in their elements, or fought against themselves wholly
chiseled into immaculate
carvings

quite Fresco

with the threat of historical destruction, wear
of too many years

gracing the same wall

**

time has come to return to remembrances
with a new wisdom of the setting sun

or the reversal of tides; mend broken glass
& fractured herring bone

[do not tell me the differences between flesh
& pumice

we have rubbed up against
each other too much; revealed

humanistic flaw, only]

**

your teeth initiated the first speech
the one I saved for my mind when

dire was the need for rhetoric


a crowd gathered
to watch explosions of thought

the danger of
& hope for carnage

**

--there is nothing left, but nothing is something

worth mentioning

Victims of the Dance

[lyrics by Tuxedomoon]


Feel like Cassandra

Dancing

The last dance of the bones

Dancing

In spite of sudden death

As is at last

She knew in a breath

We'll all be dancing

On our own

With no past

With no regrets

But Cassandra had problems

She denied a god love

and he ruined her gift of prophecy

She could see it all

But no one believed her

No one believed her when she said

We are all victims of the dance

We are all victims of the dance

and seeing the future

seeing the future

Foreseeing the future's

Not for us

It's unimaginable


We are all victims of the dance

We are all victims of the dance

We can't see the stoplights

Can't see the stoplights

With no fore or hindsight

We just go blind

DA da da da da da

We are all victims of the dance

We are all victims of the dance

We met at a dance

Was it my dream or yours?

Who knows

It was so long ago

It hit me friday evening stained with purple mirth

The longer you stay away the crazier i get

Crowded at faceless parties so gutted and sunk

Winking at the warm bodies

Taking deception for granted

Trying to dance

Just an immortal ghost

and us?

What about us

Drink

Let's have another drink on the host

Cause we are all victims of the dance

Who fall and recover

Fall and recover

and fail to discover

First things first

With an unquenchable thirst

We drink

Nautilus Spirilla

L'inconnue de la Seine

(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/L'Inconnue_de_la_Seine)


driftwood & moss ballet slow-sifted in paper skin

spider-veined the faith of grasping silhouettes

from the strain of naked nape

a violin emerges

a moment bathed in martyrdom

stomach bloated with gibbous moon waxed

in surging calm-- vertical dance before

flecked grey

soft obelisk glyphs in knotted hair--

the foreboding crest of an awakened monsoon

then recession--solitude--the dull blue pebble

form