Thursday, February 19, 2009

ghost of me

Being Before Being

Gliding the late night hours,
bright lit by moonlight and man-made mercury vapor,
I crash the ether from below,
magnetic north merely a notion at this altitude,
electromagnetic radiation (a motion, a current , a tide)
surrounding the becoming ghost of me gathering
in the sensation of sweet burning essence
upon torso, upon time, upon tongue,
leaving me mute, ageless, without form
and free to drift through memories
of being before being.


Mel and Nick said...

Is that a baby Goertel?? beautiful!
love your site Jim! give my love to Rachel... Jake needs to see you soon. Melissa

j.h.goertel said...

no. representative though. little man looks so great in his red outfit.