Liberty Bay


simple shifts in the same scene

keep at bay a homogeny of experience.


sunlight like silent scriptures scribbled with

spectral nuance across the umbra of cosmic revolution,

scattered by clouds and disfigured by oceans.

caught by creatures bound by rock and atmosphere,

whose shapes and shadows offer subtle narrative

to the empty



habits of the cosmos, as in us they terminate

in reflection, personification, religion, perhaps

entombed in crumbling pyramids of poetry or

to throb in the arteries of art's anarchic ache.


or perhaps, and most of all,

a meaningless coincidence

given to the labors of proving

human purpose and

stupid beauty.