SO&SEW&SOW&SO ( Something of a Hawking’s Memorial) Soundings So it is we see through some third-eye’s batting stare, Sight-Owl-Solar-Sound to track attack as with all three eyelids For the sight-feel-hearing of doles&days&dramas rustling in the dark’s Black-Holes–as if to mock Harpocrates, The God of Silence– And switching the VACANT-VACUUS-VOID of

Did not know When the womb-lights came on Don’t remember the breath-pain When I came out gasping And cried into the room-lights. I know they happened I know life means waking-up From the night into the light of day I know too that someday/night I’ll not wake-up–lights out-air-out: I’ll be

In this casino world of HappenChance & SuddenChoice it’s best to beam one’s SteadyReady on the rolls of ChosenCaprice & ShakenDice — Or fest a WeakenedLight with a TokenVoice.   I came to help you live and thrive; to help you die–to help you ask the questions that answer why.

[ A song by mdok from before Parkland and before the next and the next. . . . ]   What does it mean to say “Goodbye!” With grass so green, the sky so blue? What does it mean to say “Goodbye!” Bird’s nesting, daffodils nodding “Hi!”?   A softness

SEVEN PILLAR VILLANELLES FROM THE TEMPLE OF LIFE With echoes of mid-Wednesday from the seven days of Altarpieces, with poem iv from Sympathies as midwifery pillar balanced here by the three on either side; and the aahh of aum as mid-pillar of the seven aspirations of breath in Auguries.  Recalling