Quantum Construct

Mold me awake
old lover
with the brush of your hand
my body stands sturdy

     I am your earth to shape

Send me your waves
wise activator
with your glance and stare
the moon says we're ready

     You are the sea I breathe

Look to our star
my dreamer
with your tongue and sight
my bones rattle to your energy

     Quantum is the leap I take


Fractals and feats

soul whispers repeat
to withstand the fury of

everything we came to remember

ATG Activator

Fingers wrapped—hand in hand—

like a double helix winding

DNA strands, codon rings

emanating, 

here’s the key to your dreams.

Patience settles

inspiration flows

to what anticipation already knows.

[Because the muse

doesn’t wait—

she expands,

creates,

shapes pictures in the dark

and molds silence into gifts.

And wrath—

is not a sin

when it flows with truth

wading through the rough waters

for what desire remembers

before it was taught to behave]

And while the James Webb Space Telescope

searches for the beginning of time,

I already know what’s mine.

I don’t need a lens

to believe 

I see stardust in your eyes.