Treasure Island

peter bormuth

The Last Sorcorer

Decomposers are required

sunlight silhouettes limbs naked

the ground littered with debris

aching toward death & finality

lingering with distress

hospital beds

the deteriorating forms

unable to escape the familiar

longing for continuance

Mushrooms are destroyers

rising after rainfall

among the bodies of dead

the battlefield arrayed in subtle

or dazzling colors

the sabotage of desire

old wounds

& a bright array of scarves

stones heal sickness

Mute stickiness

explodes into images

language catapulted beyond meaning

the voices of spirals

migrations through space

wind & sun decipher new beginnings

old energies

shuffle location

& symbol

conditions right for restitution

into soil

Wind and rain

washing the bones of the ancestors

the whirlwind of time

the sudden bloom

of royal blessing

silence casts spells into darkness

emerging as stories:


a naming of voices

the last sorcerer

before the rise of new forests

Submitted: Sunday, February 21, 2010

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