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About Mikels Skele

Poet. Explainer. Foreigner-at-large.

Love song

Morning broke,
And she was still beside me,
Inside me.

In the unbearably sweet
Suffocating
Liberating
God-swelling moment

All bare, all received,
All unworthy of the trusting touch
All unable to live
Without it.

Love slips unbidden
Past the barricades
Like a curious tremor,
An unswaddled child

All bare and raw,
All out, out,
The last suckling breath
Lurking in some wild corner,
Seen at last
Relinquished at last.

Inexplicable,
Like rain,
Inextinguishable,
Like morning sun.
Impervious
To all the years.

Dreams of flying, of falling

Gorges, mountains
Openly beg for access,
The carefree, unhinged wheel
Sits unbeckoned, waiting,
Offering.

Can it be these glimpsed echos,
These half-chewed bits of life
Are what there is?

Now that I think of it,
It’s been a kind of dream paralysis,
A fear of waking, flying,
Falling.

There were times
It seemed possible to swallow it whole.

No, that wasn’t it.

Have I missed much?
How much would I have missed
Had I grasped at opportunity?

With luck,
We’re billiard balls.
Some rational vector.
Some reasonable
Interference.

Otherwise,
What part of me
Is indescribable?

We always thought we knew.
Is our vision better now,
Or just our opinion of it?

Mean streets

My dear statistic,
I’m so glad we could meet
Like this.

What’s your cohort?
I’m Boomer myself
My demogaphic’s online,
If you’re interested.

Millennial? Too cool.
No Giorgio for you,
Or Abercrombie, then?
Red wine, not white.
Vegan I see.

Such a delightful
Subclade.

I’ve got your number.

Sweet

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Sometimes
It’s the sheer staggering
Purity of the indulgence.
Sugar.
Chocolate.
Cream.

A few mint leaves to remind you
Of the sweet mortality
Of all that lives.

Song fragment

The journey never really ends, does it?

– Mikeliti, where are you going?
– I don’t know.
– You don’t know?
– I never knew, did I? But off I went, all the same.