A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth

Brush I

(The Silent Sound of the World Turning)

You brush my cheek with the side of your hand 

And there is an ocean of diamonds spinning in your watery eyes 

-I am 

Bereft of speech 

Overflowing with choice 

-And 

A word-

Logos, ethos, pathos

infinitum arcanus

The ground in my bones and rocks in my skin

Till the day I die I am

A piece of the endless 

The seas

The winds

The earth 

And the fiery pain that fills your restless eyes with smoke 

A hostage, casting sensual curses on another hostage 

As the planetarium turns slowly beyond us