3: Murder

Written on July 2, 2017 and August 15, 2017. “Murder” is the third part in a series of eight. All images in the sequence originally captured at Yosemite National Park.

Not that Tahoma, land of Milky-White Waters,
matters—
one’s scythe belongs to oneself.

It comes slashing whether you desire it or not

Pointed—

Blue skies, oar gray, tinge of white or purple
or, like diseased liquid—

Thinking of what’s found
least of the desired
scared,
rapping on the upturned
upturned edges
rapping of the head

Murder comes before volcanoes
mimic of sirens
mimicking memories
ticking slick
tickling the edges of periphery—

Remove life of living

burden
curse
cure
collapse

shade of omniscience

terror in the streets
in the car
on the beach
in the plane

to just remove
of course as method—

To lighten
what matters

it is sheering
the sheer sense
of terror

is this duplicity?
where goes the range of the cruel
doppelganger
could it be
an enlargement
a breath

anger
hanging
behind
throat

and then the drain coos
cooling like serendipity
fading like a secret
a muting—

Single purpose
to terror
again

berry-patched