Orbital Resonance

We fall into crevices

yawning open within

folds of our inner

convolutions and then


we drift beneath

the slipstream of

our memories

down river fading

in the silver moonlight




canted from our star whose

radiance keeps hid behind

the face of this world grimacing

alone in the dark along

the mad spiral dance

of its extensive solo


pirouette performance

to a stunning climax before

an absent crowd something of

the barren gets transferred to

the stage and back thoroughly

recycled for the maintenance

of a perpetual continuity




the show must go on

for the satisfaction of

no one but the ghosts

auditioning in the aisle