Alaskan Midnight

April 2007

Holy elevated diction Batman! I was reading a lot of Yeats and also Dracula. And it all went sort of Lovecraft-y on me.

Quick fire dreams in the whirlwind unspoken
The healing word and the black blade broken
In the eye of God and the eye of God remains
On drifting sparks and surging spires of air.

Dreamless the sleep of the deathless dark in
Shapeless fire and leaping void that
Restless stalks through gaps in coiled space
And strange the trails that prowl the stepless waste.

All teeth and eyes behind the night watching
The edge of the firelight, the edge of unlocking
The world where the world is the edge of the maelstrom,
A silk sheet strapped to the wind.

Pandora your toys are wide oceans and untracked stars.
Come open your earthen box, reading the scars
In the permafrost, sleep where they slept
And chase where the chill is deepest.

Why not the blue fringe of the sea should open,
Disgorge the tomb or nameless token
Of a place half-made in tongue half-spoken?
So earth flings up her curtain flames.

And fears what scratches the walls at night
And shuns strange fangs that shun the light.