Beaded Prayers     Hollow poem fragile frosted blue and wish controlled I introvert Earthen cradled   I pray that I’ll be carried when I cradle by a needless reflection voiceless voice that reminds me of better days to unfold, of other ways to rest much better than this, better than what’s benign in me today as I wait for it   This is the way I shed carrying myself, the same way I tumble in darkness   Being the only way I’ve lived I can love it for what it is, and in return it encompasses love in itself, its astringent light absence of light while I string my prayers   as they pile up           Euphoria & Despair   Not that it’s good and not that it's bad, I feel what I don’t feel On the tip of my tongue A dream away From touching me Somewhere, in an impression I dance in circles Depths away from home One thin layer away From the ground I spin around I trace my steps One thin layer away From standing still And somewhere, in an etching, Between pain and pleasure I’m found out waiting For some extreme to maximize or minimize And bring me into oneness on that way Not because I want it this way is reason that I go this way Out of my way to be shelled in any darkness or remote oblivion Or that I need it or feel wounded, But somewhere, else where, I'm touched in spectrum ways, Seeping through thousands of layers Suspended in a place that stretches Feelings of things being too much or not enough Like teleport reaching Out above or below where I am Not good, or bad That I feel what I don’t feel Between pain and pleasure A dream away from touching me Until I feel pain or pleasure And it makes room to breathe If it was convincing enough         Heaven Bent     Heaven bent on cosmology I engrave my name in space and sink like a stone synchronized in faster, then slower waves, in rising and falling pools of correlation, tiding revelations I can’t read between lines in the past tense of the past written in sand where everything that mattered is every changing wind I fold over backwards I know my own and share what’s known with every channeling breathe rooted deep within a beat I sing with heavy color             Latticed Ionosphere     If you can feel me I guess I’m part yours in storage from my psyche to yours and around in circles in this latticed ionosphere, this renegade super nova bullet of a dream that echoes wider than any request, reaching hand, peering eye or bending mind ghostly hosting every hologram umbilical of thought cloning fast past the walls and scribbling on the faces of everything               Stars   My naked layers are deepest with touch I cleaned my way out of the house and into a whole new hole   It’s not magical, I stepped out and stayed out It’s always here where I sing and express my attachment   I lost myself in the depth of space, void of time, in my chart, I lost myself in my face   Impossible to figure this as the painted night coming down all over me and just like the night there’s always more there than is there with attachment     ©2006 Rebecca Susan Lemke