ye tang che
Posted on Jul 9th, 2008
by 
luna mer
luna mer
i have come to the edge of the world where the wind blows hollow and the sand stings the skin. there is no sound
but, soundlessness.
all is emptying.
the rising mylar terror is driftless and seeping from the heat.
the carnival spring is passed.
summer is burning the flowers.
i retreat and warble in the wave of fire and water, finding meaning in smoke and wave.
in my cage, i sing lullabies.
all sorrows thin and starve.
all griefs grow sleepy.
even fear is an old matinee and I would rather melt on the grass by this lake.
Love is another drive by
and I am tending to the surprise.
and here, with no thing but space,
no weight or want,
no ground for landing,
the hopelessness of hope carves her bones into a key
but, soundlessness.
all is emptying.
the rising mylar terror is driftless and seeping from the heat.
the carnival spring is passed.
summer is burning the flowers.
i retreat and warble in the wave of fire and water, finding meaning in smoke and wave.
in my cage, i sing lullabies.
all sorrows thin and starve.
all griefs grow sleepy.
even fear is an old matinee and I would rather melt on the grass by this lake.
Love is another drive by
and I am tending to the surprise.
and here, with no thing but space,
no weight or want,
no ground for landing,
the hopelessness of hope carves her bones into a key
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groundlessness
August 2008 
O earth monkey mighty love
o'er the breeze
your industrious heartbeat