My Face as a Shadow

Man of Fire – Jose Clemente Orzoco

When I saw my face as a hollowed out shadow
in the midnight lake I looked drained;
a ghost in reflection, my eyes pools of space.

Nothingness; moonshine leaks behind clouds,
the quickening of charged heartbeats below
as planets approach and kiss our surfaces with rich awe,
in days like these my mind is the acrobat and galaxies the stage.

And there is talk of an end without beginning,
these worlds of dark hatchets in god awful places
knowingly stirs the whirlpool of dream time into life.

Something lit spectacular that we cannot see
is broken up by a hope filled drum
pounding out breakers, deaths archers shivering grip,
stampeding white stallions
and gazing navels.

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