Untangle from the Nous

It’s time to go
Down
Inside
Within
Echos and grins
Of times
Long ago
Again

It’s time to pull
The threads
Loose
Untangle
Heads
From Nous
That dangles
Too close
To this

Tapestry

Wrapping me in silken
Cocoon 
Memories 
Like Maters Milk 
Born from blood
In Tomb
Torn from
Moon
And Madness
And trapped
Floods
In veins
That ached to bloom
But instead
Lay dead
In ivory bed
Dreaming
Of
Red

Monsoon

Twisting tendrils
Of ancient 
crimes
Broken chimes
That signal
Doom
As 
Woken slumber
Fumbles
With moods

Folds number
And name
Into games
Of
Me~s
&
You~s

As Bodies lie bruised
Shaken from truth
As soul
Let’s loose
It’s claims
Of 
Youth

Charleen Johnston
12-4-24