THE MIRRORS SHADOW

Draws a reflection over the black.
To darken the dark of a silver spine.
Pearl-white, yet not white
Like the pearl, full spectrum gazes out
And mirrors shadows, reflecting, over the dark
To darken still the horizon of its solitude.

THE CUP, THE RING AND THE MARTYR

A healing through stones and earth
A resurrection when water burns
And flames flow. Flow through flow up
Into your flame licked cavities
That even the vacuums have abandoned.