Kodiak

Sunder

Look up Shift positions Reach out toward the door Grasp the lever, and pull Push the door open Step down, out of the car Move onto the sidewalk And take a step

Soft light falls down around you And you don’t pause to look around You move ahead, unobstructed, thinking of the day ahead

The ground firm beneath your feet, and your footfalls steady You carry yourself forward, until one foot steps down into a soft pool of light

Look down Turn your hands over Like dry ice, soundless, fine dust glows alabaster white Moving with, around, of your dissonant state of disposition Hesitate, breathe, and descry

This glissade, tryptographic light flowing all around you, of you You begin to wonder, unconsciously to wander The near future fades into the distance

A small cafe has the right color You see from the road inside has the right emotion As you step inside, the mood of each person comes clear The space is accessible, and you settle into a seat Set down a pair of glasses, and say, ‘Hello’.

Just a push, a touch Incorporeal

Astral

Light the fuse Pull the strap tight across your warm body The gentle trembling comes in a bright wave Intensifying, rumbling Pushing you up, shaking hard It’s hard to breathe, and you’re breathing hard The sound of the thrust pulsing, you break through The hard light of your instruments Steel, glass, dust You push through to the stars

Lustre

A brief pause before moving toward the door Leaning back against the wall Breathing hard I pull the gun, and bring it up close to my face It feels heavy, and very hard I’m very tired Stepping up onto another step Moving slowly toward the door Light leaks in through angular cracks I step out, and hit the air The last moody glow of the twilight sun sets down around me And I look out, far into the distance And I’m filled with color

Endurance

Softly, the last rays of the sun reach down Gently, stretched across bare skin Supple, metal, drawn in waves Golden, tactile

Ahead, in the distance, traffic begins to slow Red, warning lights burn through the twilight mist

An angel slowly, deliberately, descends A feather falls in the still air

Hold, softly, onto the light, and endure