RES NOVA ET ALTA

 

 

 

 

 

Poems 1965-1981

 

 

 

By

 

 

 

Joe Staley

 


 

 

Lethe

 

What secret waters have we drank from?

Until, summer rain clouds receding

Tumbling back upon the western mountains

Clear sunlight fuses the green leaves

To incandescence

Against a white stone wall

While the world becomes nearly transparent

To the light of reality

Remembrance of our true home

Walking alone

Across soft shadowed grasses of evening.

 


 

 

 

 

Snow

 

Silent

Numinous

Omniscient

White

 

A brush on the belly

A young dog on the scent

 

Floating carpets

For a myriad of angels

Descending from heaven.


 

 

 

 

In Darkness is the essence bounded

At the inward edge of night

Where huge red flowers bloom unseen.


 

 

 

 

L-Train to the Pacific

 

Train of glass light flowers

Tracks into a private winter of the northern ocean

Fog homogenizes space and time

The edge of the peninsula is dawn

Dressed in tropical colors

Like wet plums of peacock vegetables

Children flock across the tracks

Darkness sits on the shoulder of the moon

Singing hymns to silence

Invisible above the sea.


 

 

 

 

Once in a lifetime

One must cut the bush of ignorance

Sweating day after night

From moon to moon

Calculating and learning

Until the invisible is revealed

And the mind becomes an eagle

Soaring upward in the sun.


 

 

 

 

As a stone eagle I flew

Across the cosmic void

Swooping

Through the flare of star birth

Crashing in wild flames

Into the crystal neutron song

A million years on the wing

With a pocket full of black holes.


 

 

 

 

Pool

 

Long tide of evening

Lost in jade green circles

Green acircle blue

Slow curl

 

The sky blue surfaces

Long still clearing of the surfaces

 

White clouds standing to the wind

A glass world in high vacuum.


 

 

 

 

To brim the deep and greensurge calm

Echoes, like a tiger, stalk your love

Being is the beginning of becoming.


 

 

 

Echoes

 

This high tide of spring

Drowns the mind in wonder

Colors curve the eye's delight

How high! How far!

Winged with love and light

Does the bright bird fly.

 

A white faced cat nods asleep

Aguard the secret passageway

New buildings

Trees dressed for the sun

Dreaming awake

Into the high tiered palace of the night.


 

 

 

 

In an ancient garden

By the green light of the moon

Icicles hang from ripe plums

Sunsmile gemlight.


 

 

 

 

Laughter sparkles with the stars

Walking alone

On the perfect plain of night.


   

 

 

 

Winter Iron

 

Ringing under boot

Cubic luna rolling boxcars

Red eyed sun at dawn

Waking slowly from the misty east

Swinging in an ice cage

Fur coated and flower crested for miles.

 

Dry light from snow stars.

 

Ice cages drift slowly in the frozen dawn

Block buildings breathe like horses

Time reverses in a frozen mirror

Winter iron rings underfoot

Cubic luna swings in a net of cold

Above the frozen western peaks.


 

 

 

 

Serpent swims

A single S

Across the dim black glimmering

Of the mindless dark.


 

 

 

 

Microgenesis

 

Dizzily pouring salt into time

Each grain  a tiny firecracker

Popping open beginnings

New, small, and sudden.

 

Walking into a spring swift garden

The first hummingbird is just there!

Three inches from my eye.

 

Genes shift quietly as smoke

Changes fade to nothing

While some from nothing

Spiral up beyond the sky.


 

 

 

In the silver silence of the moon

Life on soft sea wind floats

Across blue summer skies.


 

 

 

 

After 700 Years

 

The ancient oak who charts alone

Configurations of the days

And pole of starry night

Birdhome and refuge of the beast

Gathering bundles and folds of time

In a secret pocket of the forest

From which paths flow always

Spring winged greensong

Million fingered candelabra

Of the rosy fall.

 

One instant

On an even gliding plane when

Between dawn and sunrise

Blue slips behind the stars

Like newborn water

And Venus rides in

The chalice of the crescent moon

Suddenly vanishes.


 

 

 

 

Willowswarm

 

Harmless beasts invade the eyelids

Behind night lies a harmony of shadow

Lyre attendants of time's pure azure.

 

Insect armies on the march

Proclaim the night of grossest fugue

When magic wanders out of tao

And upholds the midnight grail alone.

 

From a disintegrating window of heaven

A single rose falls in meteoroid glory.

 

My body snakes the drooping branches

With red hat and sunbruised shoulders.

 

God gives me the solitary gift

Emerald shadows of green evenings

Jade wings of the sunstruck grass

Sweeping beyond the crystal palm of earth.

 

I am the dragon's breath

The flame

Weeping in the lazy pillows of the sun

Star teeth glittering before the birth of action.

 

Cats visit me

A landmark on the hunt

Among the jungle folds of my unmowd grass.

 

True thought is pain disguised as loneliness

God's training in obedience

To us lightstruck travelers beyond the stars.

 

Curious animals fall from my body

New inventions of the earth's old crust

Brown walls of the city keep out only I

Civilized barbarian of the invisible rose.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am the tornado of the mind

Knapsack of the tao's dust

Victim of a hundred crucifixions

Chambered nautilus of deep sea night

A green bear sleeping in the light.

 

God poses for an old time photo

I am the film hung out to dry

Nature's whimsy beneath the suburbs of the moon

A trilobite of the future

Alone as the unicorn

People dare not see

Cotton brimstone of the night

Lens of wilderness

Trout of music's silver funnels

Timid dawn of summer's willow

Archer of infinity.

 

Secret planets of the rose

Tides of an abandoned present

Winged diamonds of the flowing night.

 

I like it when my heart beats rough and furry

Blood washing down the thrones of thought

Rocky joke of gravity

Where danger is the earth's delight

Flowers of uncertain change

Winged islands in the dead world

Where the sun and moon cross steel

Crimson sunset and the frozen dawn

Where light is fire

Dragon cats of Pluto play

A game of my own design.


 

 

 

 

THE POPPIES OF VENUSGRAD RITUALS

WALK QUIETLY IN THE DAY PATHWAYS

HAPPILY IN MINUTES FIVE FOR CREATING

ALEATORY ONE HALF IN SECONDS SWARMING

INTO DEEP MAGNETIC DEATH OUTWARD

FORMING SECRET SWIRL AWAKENED

DEBRIS ALEATORY ONE HALF IS A STRING

INWARD FORMING AND COLORED PATHWAYS

OF REAL TIME TO THE SECOND CHAOTIC

FLASHING NUMINOUS EXTERIOR


 

 

 

 

Almost

 

All lost.

 

I have touched

The central crystal of the world

Powers seven

Have I grasped

And let go.

 

But

Ruby and star

Sapphire glow

Of nightwinds soft and wet

With life

And the emerald dawn.


 

 

 

 

Blue Sunshine

 

Water is born for flowing

Whiskey is made for drinking

This fine cigar goes up in smoke

The snow up in the mountains

Will soon come tumbling down.

 

I'll let those glad girls play

I'm going fishing for the swift trout

Catch my limit every day

All in the blue sunshine.


 

 

 

 

Dream of Ancient Poets

 

Wind's awake with crystal iris eye

Reading the book of snow

A lark rides in hieratic pride

Gilded in rose gold wine

Silver canticles abandoned

Searching time wrapped leaves

Beneath the marble crafted tree

Which drips the sweet blood of love.

 

The stars are reflected in the grass

Like fiery dew

The rock reflects the sky

The sky the sea

The sea the soul

The soul the inward hidden sun

The sun the cool

Still

Secret

Winged night.


 

 

 

 

Is meaning only ritual and habit

Else who placed Orion high

Hunting the winter lion of the sky?

 

I am upon a poet's midnight madness

Luminous nonbeing

Full against an empty world

 

I knock three times

Only an eyeslit opens.


 

 

 

 

Being is one

And all

A perfect

Self

 Identical sphere.

 

Nothing only wrinkles the skin of being

Delineates the longitude of time.

 

Being crushes nothing

And drives it fleeing from the center.

 

Being rests upon nothing

Like a woman on lion's fur.

 

Being and nothing entwine

Matched and even

Like the shadows of an oriental forest.

 

Being rides the waves of nothing

Bouncing as assured

As a basketball on an empty sea.

 

Being is the invisible

Surface pull


 

 

 

 

 

Rounding out the falling droplets of nothing.

 

Vast is nothing

Yielding

Impenetrable

Numinous

Void

 

All.


 

 

 

 

I  only play

And skim across infinity

Water strider on the surface tension of being

While vasty nothing arches deep below

Wherein the trout of time do swim.

 

Upon a secret tide I'll ride

I'll stand upon a serpent's egg

Delving to the magic core.

 

From bug to fish I'll play

Breathing nothing in the still reflections of the sea

Where the sun and moon entwine.


 

 

 

 

Mountain water

Pure as snow

Wind undriven

Sparkling sun

 

Cloud leaves folding down

Wind of the west

Gathering its time

 

Other places are cloudy

But here it is sunny

 

Alone.


 

 

 

 

Star Rainbows

 

Crystal galaxies like the dew on an angel

Crystal fire in the gate of a rainbow

Like star

Like far.


 

 

 

 

Omicron Tuesday

 

Winter leaves all gone

Too late to freeze in the daytime

Winter nights with planetary evenings

Golden Jupiter conjoined with Saturn

Venus ascendant in the house of triangles.

 

Day's breath is soft as snow

Deep frozen mornings

Sun hiding high above the clouds

 

Two feet of mud

A foot of water in the holes

An inch on the ground

An inch of new snow

In unwalked places

 

Long snow on the green grass

Noonday moon

Crescent, still.


 

 

 

 

A clean new blade for the April sunrise

Walk north on the prairie

Green around snow edges

Backstreet icicles six months old

Sultry mountains are pink in the west.

 

This will be a good year for timber and grazing

Long valleys will fill with deep green grass

Tall timber will melt its snowfields

Tundra will breed early and long

Rock faces alight in splendor.


 

 

 

 

Winter's Morning of a Cold Spring Day

 

1100 C in the MOS-lab

Blackbird on the wing

In the cold gray dawn

Streaks of sunlight on the snow.

 

Eleven o seven in the oxide tube

Fur bound beastiaries

Ruby red laser

 

Cloud moon day on the run

Rainbow afternoon

 

Together.


 

 

 

 

August Haiku

 

White clouds fall swiftly

Tumbling down from twin peaks

Racing the sunlight.

 

The cat catches mice

While they steal bending grasses

Happy murderer.

 

Sparrows line the wire

Keeping exact distances

Waiting for the rain.


 

 

 

 

The Noisemakers

 

Autumn as it is

Trees lion crested in heraldry

And the sun shines down

Walking through the last green days

Smoking my cigar

Blue suited and bare legged noisemakers

March with flags, drums and banners

Mind surges with the great tide of time's advance

Red blazing through the world

And future memories                                         fox

Of wet warm brown November                        hound

And the gray dawn of winter.                            Eagle


 

 

 

 

November Third In Northern Colorado

 

Perhaps winter has resigned

One needs three bodies

First for summer's stiffle

Another for the Prussian iron of winter

Today a disappearing void

Wind diverges

Stones are illumined with nothingness

Heaven is asleep

And hell is far away.

 

Shifting, rustling, less than certain

A spinning coin

Cool and thin

Still

Moving slowly

Outward

Diagonal

Shift in phase

Prescience

A star thin morning in the world.


 

 

 

 

 

Slowing Time, Coming to a Stop in Late Winter

 

The resonance of the soul

Shadows music on water

By the brown light of the past

Wrapped in a soft tobacco leaf.

 

Woven strong of iron and days

Walking on sunlit brick

Still, the rivers flow

And mountains gather their snow

For the dynamite of spring

Soon, coming Soon!


 

 

 

 

The Wilderness of Roses

 

Deep in the wilderness of roses

Lies a small round pond

Flashing in the summer breezes

Smiling in the summer sun.

 

Lost in the wilderness of roses

Glittering moonlets of the riven sand

Light slow dawn

Grey enamald sky

Dewflame on the sunrise roses.

 

Bright wings rise above trackless forest

A pond of waiting stillness

Circles eye of sky

Upon the plain of wild roses

Mirroring the rose plain.

 

Embedded in the thorny tangle

The petals of your smile fall well seen

Even in the dark star springing night.

A sunlit storm of the heart's wild mountain wind

Raises billows of wild rose petals.

 

The windrift pond wears a flower cloak

We sleep upon the windswept wilderness of roses

Azure dreams rain from sunwashed skies

Sailing free upon the rainbows of the moon

Floating petal covered on our small round pond.

 

In a wild rose garden

A small round pond

Glows between the sunset and the crescent moon

Shines between the sunrise and the crescent moon.


 

 

 

 

All You Have to do to See These Spheres

Is to look at subtle things

Small animals, clouds

Entangling webs of hanging shadow

Wet woven ash

And the disappearances

All things that are not there

In the radar hyperbolics of our real world

Psychic, jaguar and tame.


 

 

 

 

Eye Feast and Nose Feast

Rain fills the cracks of the city

With silver binding lace

Making water solid land

From here to the granite sided buildings

I breathe morning from the air

And sweet winded night

My fingers fill with down

To caress the mist.


 

 

 

 

Secret Gardens on the Moon

 

Shadow symphonies of light

Grow slow curves

Slipping from rock to rock.

 

Earthside blues tint

Gray blaze from faraway seas

Swimming in tropical swirls.

 

Farside belongs to infinite space

Connected by a beam of silent cold

Directly to the outer stars

And still watching.

 

Alone on the farside night

I wander among shadowless rocks

By the crystal reflections of starlight.

 

Here are galaxies and empty spaces

Where the infinite bounces and plays

Like a baby with its crater toys

And multitude of nebular mothers

Reflected intelligence of distance.


 

 

 

 

I Stand Behind You While You Bloom, Chrysanthemum

            I am thistle

                        White

                                    Star spiking on the perfect plain of night.


 

 

 

 

From Sleep, many years

We struggle to awaken.


 

 

 

 

Clack, Clack

            says the wood

                        at dawn.

 

The demons cower

            in the Corner

Holding blankets

            over their heads.

 

Clack, clack

            says the wood

                        in the cold.


 

 

 

 

 

Jade Are My Women

Along the starlit paths

Of the past.

 

Wild in ferrous sunlight

They dance a storm dance

With summer lightening.

 

From an eagle's lair

In a pine barren

On jagged rock.


 

 

 

 

 

These Are Low

Slow winter clouds

Not summer's high

Fast drifters.


 

 

 

 

 

In Our Tropical Garden

Schizoid Einsteins peer out

From behind the avocado trees

Wide-eyeing harmonic telephone wires

Wagging their fingers

Gibbering about children in the coal mines

They toe dance in fear

Of rattlesnake events

Curled in red shadows of causation.

 

Dreaming mice shiver

As their gold circuited brains

Cast the god eye of a fer-de-lance

Into the dark air above them

 

I fold my arms above my head

And fall through the breaking

Green palm fronds.


 

 

 

 

While Night Hollows Into Light

I sit at a cardboard table

As quiet as the floating moon.

 

Cockroaches more beautiful than diamonds

Crawl across my hand

Coal carved conduits

Hook micro turbulence of air

Beneath their skins

Brain closer to the atom haze than bird or mammal.

 

I am a small hole in the world

The world is a dark hole in the sky.


 

 

 

 

Despair is Such a Beautiful Woman

Such a true lover

A friend to the poor

The bourgeois gift

The perfect prescription

Loosener of nets

Cleaver of willows

Hardness of water.


 

 

 

 

Minerva's Gone

And this fool knows it

Candles unburn in grey weather

Autumn flowers bend knuckles in the cold.

 

Still, it is all perceived

Where the fern drums hide their voices

Rhythmless skins cling to my philosophic dragon

And I wade, unwed, across Morroccan precipices.

 

Again

Foolishly and in secret

I feel my way down invisible corridors

Where time's sister

Sits weaving forgotten sunlights.

 

The slant of her nipple

A crystal begins singing

In the seven coffee masters of the sun

I hang tight

Remembering globular clusters.


 

 

 

 

The Last

Sur

Viving

Hu

Man

He

Art

Was encased

In a radial glow

Of solid light

100 meters in diameter

Cooly

The light

Flickered

On

And

Off.


 

 

 

 

The Thirteenth Sign

 

For those of us born outside of time

The oyster is an egg in pearl

And water lingers on the breath of snow

Formless crystal and lush eyebrows

Design being's jacket with the wind in mind.

 

From the nothing, effervescent

Oceaning water bed

Covered in cat's purr

And sleep, the wood knot gesture

Unfolding the bell of dawn.

 

Cold singing in the light.

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

jump

green

grass

frog

JUMP


 

 

 

 

Rainy Morning

White leaves

Style of awakening

Three mathematical frogs

Croak in Chinese

 

Electric

Water

Blue

Clouds


 

 

 

 

Engelweiss d'And

 

Glimmering softly among the pyramidal roses of now

A hunting eye chases the moon between sapphire skyscrapers

While gold crowned deer leap up branching hallways

Mosaic carved in time

Hummingbirds linger.

 

Sliding down a well of fur

Cold snow tiger

Ocelot

Brown bear

Rabbit and wolf

Spiraling in convolutions

 

Quietus in medieval dry weather

Shadows of lost sexual empires

Terminus of final perfection

The silence between silences.


 

 

 

 

Academy of Ghosts

 

My head is an academy of ghosts

            That without any doubt

            Hooked the profits

            That belonged to Prophet John.

 

Here one pours the green tincture

            That makes things pass

            In a caravan of Feudal lords

            Dominioning each one

            Over narrow states of time.

 

Another has wings of glowing cellophane

            That comb my starlight

            Into lusts of points

            And polished sandstone desert.

 

Another is a hundred angels

            Each shelters a prismatic world

            Beneath a doleful steelglance eye.

 

That one chases spiders

            Through fast and slow hourglasses.

 

And one weaves and watches.


 

 

 

 

Day explodes into day

A cannonade of leaves tooled in seconds

Rushes

Down our blue street.

 

Filmy nightreels

Spread their iridescent skins

As thin as nothing.

 

Hurricane awakenings

A rush of leaves glowing in seconds

Esplodes

Across our yellow path.


 

 

 

 

Green             feathers                     ice                   strange                      wood

 

Bright               blue                              twist                 granite                          leaf

 

Window           forest                            orange              fur                                quiet

 

Noise               silver                            arm                  red                               design

 

Ghost               felt                                bead                 curtain                          yellow


 

 

 

The Abyssal Plain

 

Orthogonal

The roads go everywhere in the sunlight

Vertical

The sun follows the roads

 

Deep December dream

All hidden in the heart

Summer firefest miles

 

Bound

Tied up and dropped into the water

Sinking underneath

Dead mosquitoes

Five toes fore and aft

 

Silicon, carbon, oxygen and iron

Plutonian fleets assemble

Alas, they are gone

From the neural backroads of my mind

 

Firefoxes wither in the schorching intellectual heat

Morning before sunrise

She wears amythist shorts

And elliptical earwigs

 

Is this the storm of wonder

Softly seeking seabeds flowering

So fear the under warm

That scratch barnacles on being

 

Lost in December's dream seem

Essence of the willow's work

Old luck, old bark

I need a tank but haven't got one

 

Ah!

If we could only be

The people we are now

 

Deep in dreaming darkness lies an answer

Truth perceived swings the pendulous beam

Out and so asunder

Wave and witch's wile

Where bears stumble in the twilight

 

Dawn and branches disappear

Whip! Whip!

They got us by the shorthair

Those shells of sealess serpent's maundering

So girl, so grilled, so terrible in flight

 

Down beneath the weather

Ich bin ich

On style alone

These consequences

Darkening

Oh so sweet the past

Twin roof cobblestones smelling wet

 

I won't go there

I won't I do I won't

After perspicaceous fallows of the diamond cervix twinned

I loop in hyperbolic stems athwart the golden bow

Of sunswirl ensemble

Thriced in telemark's time

Outside the boundaries of evensong

Above the deer and artless tao

Whisper

Whisper

Soft twist of pretzel melodies

Steaming beer in clam's wiggle

Rushing at the new moon

Berber zoom of zebra's esplanade

White whale waves reaching high

Washing out the old men on the beach

 

Hull sealed and sinking deep

The wintry loves of waters limpid dark

Whale livers and cavities forever night

Stark descent to the final decline

 

Down and down we go

The lady beckons at a hundred fathoms

Saffron wings shed particles of song

She invites to a deeper stillness yet

 

Down beneath the falling light

We dive through holdings of forgotten trust

And the middle night wobbles with emptiness

And stairways become windows

Dark and blue

 

Down deeper yet and darker still

Weigh fluke bounce and dark illusion

Chrome shadows of the young

Steel claw, reel low

Underbird sings

 

Whispering low in dark conclusions

 

Steal us an anchor, dive us deep

We have no guide but gravity's weep

We come to the harmonies of nothing

Enchanted islets that never were

Blacksong nightwind.


 

 

 

Swamp

 

There was a sprite lithe of form

And light of spirit

Day's delight

Beckoning to me

From a ravaged stump

In a dark old swamp

 

The morning fair

The light spring air

Blackbirds singing

Sun shredding mist in play

And sparkling off the covered waters

Did entice me out into the swamp

Where this bright woman stayed

 

Stepping light across the matted weed

Foot hump of compact mud

Old trees fallen

Picking a path with wary eye

Did I search to and fro a way to her

And found her in the swarming air

Well met in day

Well sung in song

 

Her willful joy did I placate

Her tresses dark did I unfold

To float upon the whispered air of noon

 

Not the shadows in her eyes

Of terrors past

Nor the grey long hair of future

Did I fear

But took her all and one within my heart

And found her singing there

 

Come sunset and the fall of night

I would have brought her back to my fair beach

Wide and empty

Open to the stars

Where night runs black like wine

 

But tho she was abandoned when I found her

Singing alone in hope and joy

And although she loved me

Where heart moves with heart

At the foundation of the world

She still was bound

With invisible anklets

Of gold encrusted steel

 

And, as she could not leave

So did I stay

While ravens mocked the sunset and the dark

Where neither is, nor ever was

Except the clammy black

The groping choking emptiness

 

She whimpered but she could not stray

She groaned but there was the devil to pay

She screamed but it was the witch's day

 

Twixt her and that terrible blight

I interposed my body and my soul

The witch's curse

            Thed evil's jagged knife

Tore both of us to shreds

 

Bloating my flesh with green death

Wrestled my sol into the jaws of hell

And for this did I thank God

For hidden beneath my rotting wretched hulk

Did she still breath and pray

 

And yet upon the foulest trench of midnight's blood

Her prayers were answered

Another I rose above my corpse

An I of spirit and of mind

Clear white light of lunar mind

Gold reflection of the sun's soul

            And I cast the demons to naught

                        And burned the vipers under thought

 

Until a brightness crept up like the dawn

 

But lo it was the false dawn of the west

Another darkness was enchanted to it

The wild time when God is sleeping

When leaden hammers beat our hearts

When fould waters lurched with fingers of the dead

When the witch queen arose in her power

            A black shape amidst the fire

            The blackest night that ever was

            Came crowding down upon our hour

 

Twined as one

            We were sundered apart

The holy wreath of our life was blackened

The Queen of Evil crept upon our sleep

And sent her cringing legions winging in our face

 

God's token held we to our hearts

While skin and flesh was schorched by poisoned fire

From darkness and despair is our last payer lifted

 

Oh God on high

            Be ye powerful underneath

                        Bring us this dawn

                                    As we would bring the light to others


 

 

 

Darkness

 

DARK interlude

                        DARK encounter

                                    DARK decision

 

Deep in darkness

            Dark luck

 

Dark rooms

            Darkness looms behind infinity

                        Yet near

 

The dark development of devotion

            Destiny of darkness

                        Sweet and strong

 

The dark foundations of life and death are one

            The dark enclosing, dark enfolding

                        Dark rich life of being

 

Darkly deep unknown

            The deep dark sea

                        The night of darkness

 

Light is only revealed against the darkness

 

Dark Work

 

Light as a hole in the darkness

            Dark as a whole in the light

 

The darkness beyond

 

Resting in the darkness

            Sleep, sailing in the darkness

                        The secret of the darkness

The final secret of the darkness is secret

 

Darkness is the abode of light

            The dark ground

                        The dark above the ground

            The dark sky

                        The dark beyind the sky

            The dark sea

                        The dark depths of the sea

 

Dark wonder

 

Lovers passing the dark together

            Sweet sleeper surrendering in the dark

                        The soft edge of darkness

 

The dark end of darkness

            The bright sound of darklight

 

Far Far Darkness

 

Lovers meeting in the dark

            For darkness is the resonance of the void

            Darkness is the wound of time

 

Darkness is the heart of love

            Dark home of the polar star

            Darkness licks the edges of infinity

 

Loving slowly in the dark

            Dark river of rest

                        Dark fortune

                                    Dark heat

 

Dark remove the Pain of Light

Dark fools dissolve their blessings toward the ear of man

            Standing to the pole of darkness

 

Darknesswirlingthroughdarkness

Good sword excalibut of darkness

 

Darkness defined:

            Dogs do not bark at darkness

            Their dark home looms oin darkness

            They wander through darkness

            Bite they not at darkness

 

Easy darkness

Deep darkness

 

Before man became man, man was darkness

The darkness of a cave in lower midnight

The dark side of the hand

Dark shadow of the sun

The dark sign

            Outposts of darkness

            Outposts of light in darkness

 

Dark Melody of Darkness

            In a forest summer moonless midnight

                        Dark Unknown

                        Unknown Darkness

 

Deep thought leads to darkness

Love without darkness is unimaginable

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© Joe Staley 1981

© Joe Staley 2000