Travis Lau
Fuinjutsu
Pronation; or,
the manner of his hand –
a delicacy to match
the whisper of a message
he conveys to paper mulberry
in stroking black.
The energies, quick to
disperse, flee to the corners
until the wood of his
spirit rattles no longer.
Ma at last, the guerdon for
a ritual in four seals:
apotropaic.
Imago
Oh, what says
the soul
with its soft
edges that cut
the sharp
of the body?
Rosaries of
bone sunder
into clattering:
punctuations to
prayers lost on
a maker who
can turn his back
with ease.
In this imago,
he was formed,
so he laminates
will to limit,
for that is what
his body deigns
to do.
Arisen
A bluff unsilts itself,
a rough removal from
the muddy nakedness
of the fifth circle –
this as a needle of
scarlet picks the lock
of dawn: a soft
violation welcomed.
Such is the flab
of waking: forgeries
loosen under
scrutiny so
enlightened.