A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 26

Stating byes, each by his, in setting for his own allotted time and tempo; each one has his solo turn, his own small set to play, an instrument unto himself, before his piece, before his last stop, before his final sign-off ending, comes. 

A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 25

A cacophony of spirit, a dissonance in soul; but should I care at all? At least, just this final evening, there is a movement in the dancing indigo sky, in this, the last moon of this month; in this, the last month of this blue year: December days.

A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 24

These priests and these philosophers know talk and they know how to do it well, but they know nothing of what caused talk to come to be; by the touching of the searching hand of tongue at a distance far, in the famished taste for truth.

A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 23

Weathered pines snug in the sable warmth of their white wool coats of winter snow. Difference buried by the muffled cotton of the falling flakes, a continuance of harmony is scented in silence there in that holy stillness of the woods.

A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 22

The coarse encrusted arc of mystic memory is rusted over to make more difficult an attempt escape to fly bold rebellion against the past; to break from off the failed efforts of the mind chains of exhaustion that come from regrets.

A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 21

This is nation for the old and that's the problem with it; comes you, fountain of every understanding, wash and bathe our frailty. A murmur of the heart has sealed our fate and a new tyranny of fear has replaced the old. 

A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 20

Wonderment is it this house of cards, America, which absent any foundation that makes for civilization, should continue; is this then to be its golden age? It's been deeded over to the narrow backs and to the soft hands. Horned callus of soles of feet and palms of hands are unknown to them, to these legatees. 

A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 19

They, who in their ignorance, claim a power over me know nothing of myself. They would force us, and they would subdue us; they would suborn us too, to use our own ability against us so as to pursue their selfish ends. 

A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 18

Reason alters all allegiances; for this disturbing muse battles and destroys past faiths and bad beliefs; it bestows a logic and a clarity where none was before, and for this result we give to it our high praise. 

A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 17

Destitution orders poverty of spirit to leach our souls. The gravity of income scales us down to make us small. Kindness melts in the heat of desperation. Sanity dissolves, to be replaced by smirking violence.

A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 16

Sinking into a red bulb sitting upon the horizon at the dying sunset these desolation days hammer at demolishment of me, sapper blasting and exploding away my accepted ways, for all my former lives are submerged by that same sync; they are dimming down within this Blood Sun.

A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 15

Dead flowers, their closed cups a bone, frosted by dew, stand at a slim-bending tremble on ice-brittled stems, in the wide white coated fields. Among wet standing stones, new carved, the white caskets are being laid in the ground today.

A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 14

A yellow into a twilight, whenever a sleep comes, these moments in dreams push for their success through the lucid method of the talking mirrors of memories; exciting dawn for their fulfillment, in order to wish to work all our daylight hours.

A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 13

Pace these city streets. There. Throw down your long shadow, granted by their silver lamps at night. Ground those moods inside of you, the blue and the red of you; that go to shade and that make the purple and the gray of you, together.

A Tremble in Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 12

Abandon reason. For a brighter later, put away and slip away from out of the cloak of Time. Surge your heart in gallant fight against the dying of the light. Take your mind to flight. Outside of understanding, only in the sensing of the skin; only in the touch, does reality reside.

A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 11

Cringe and hide your face away; from a bleeding Sun, shooting crimson rays in steep steps descending, spitting red, raining rivers of blood, slicing hard down, in the far falling of fate; for doom is come upon, an uncomprehending Earth.

A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 10

Wicked burn till return of the rising Sun. The setting of the white-haired Moon serves as a sermon enough for us. There's solace sufficient for the day in twilight hours. The strange bed of the grave waits for sleep tonight.

A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 9

After such violence, after such long passion; who would wish to distance keep from life the flesh? Who would separate lust from desire? Carpenter and solder those past misty years' aspirations to the clear and present day's soft demonstration of love.

A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 8

To do Art: Sacrifice the World. Waters and woods serve as holy altars of inspiration and of imagination, not the works of man; there's more of architecture in standing trees than in glass towers built by men.

A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 7

Relentless in its surging animosity, an endless repetition of ocean wave splashes on shores, seizing beaches and boardwalks in hypnotic grasp; delaying hearing in a smooth silent mesmeric crashing.

A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 6

Query not, for there is no response; the high questions seek for their solutions by the greater generation of other questions, in an unending series, in surveying of nature's subtle designs.

A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 5

Rain splatters against the winds-shields in the cop-car; travelling with its wipers wiping, a neon dream is moving in the evening, probing on the wet, glistening streets, its siren sounding warning in the dark.

A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 4

Never argue with ignorance; instead voice opinion hard by the fiery stomp and by the rapid walk away; by a rapping loud rejection on wooden floor, at the crudity, at the stupidity of what's termed wit today.

A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 3

Wrong-folded wings are in constant danger of wind-dance falling failure. Suture and tie your past and your present together. Jester strange desire, the want for tenure of immortality; for timid needful life.

A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 2

Champion the day in a premonition of forever morning encased and snug set in a band of eternal dawn, singing to the soul of the green and gold of glory, in sweetened honey rays outpouring down from Sun. 

A Tremble In Time: Autumnal Equinox Section 1

Sparks in the dark ignite; to go to make an offering of light between the possibility and the final performance of the action a hesitation resides, in a pregnant pause, in birth beginning by the falling of the hammer, in sinews taught stretched, and then contracted to combine in final downward strike.