Stephen John Kalinich

In dreams
where mortals slumber
in lands unknown
i reside in molecules and seeds
a fragrance
that you sense
aroused not innocent
not drawn to praise
despising mankind
at times
slow to forgive
quick to judge
as my kind
is prone too
i renounce
a separate self
i linger on the boundary
of the invisible ocean
of thought
that swims around us
into atmospheric sea
the triumph and the fall
of all
that come into existence
as sure as it dissolves
becomes the dust
one day evaporates
breaks down
our spirit
all is inconsequential
all is insignificant
all becomes more than
what it was.
My god what angel
wouldn’t long for one breath
of the beauty of this earth
that is so fleeting
yet contains within itself
the portal
to immortal journeys
In dreams
In dreams
where nightmare scream
where none can be redeemed
or given  second chances
where the etch
is the only steady
is the motionless stillness
the mark of passage
of before matter
exploded into manifestation
out of nothingness
in dreams.
(Photo by L.K. Thayer)



  1. lkthayer · August 18, 2013

    Such beautiful work Stevie, thank you, love you. 🙂

  2. Stephen · August 18, 2013

    I love you Lisa .I wish you joy and kinds

  3. Fred Whitlock · August 18, 2013

    That edge at the ocean of thought gets every time – wonderful poem.

  4. Mitch · August 18, 2013

    If ever a lone sperm left it’s mark as poem then this may well be it!

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