The urge to do nothing is overwhelming, compelling.
I am motionless I find myself halted. Based upon a worry a waiting dominated by uncertainty. I cannot go on I stretch the mind wander wonder of antidotes remedies delicious in the knowledge of their reduced life span. But not a cure.
Openings brighten despite me, the ephemera of the street untouched, lilting on its arbor in its impetuous parade.
(I think) I should not allow myself this dysania in the spaces between moments, lapses into stillness unforeseen.
In the warm response of wire I ask for forgiveness. Trapped in my own gaze, it’s all I have. (the purity of sorrow) The floor pushes me skyward,
I run my finger’s tip around the edge of the afternoon, Hope to god it rings out in response.
Dull throbbing twilight. I bit my tongue so hard it bled. A voice spoke: said she'll be in Europe, unmerged. I will be in Europe.
Take this moment alone to hide behind the earth.
Pain as an open door, forward motion encouraged. Written word repeated today: begin your year. Robed in fluid, and in hurt, obsequious dead anchored In dusted pillars rise. An object held motionless by the sun’s gaze. A vital outpouring of stillness, as ninety degrees of intensifying steps cascade like waterfalls.
I'm a tool pondering skyscapes. Fondling a memory Left behind On sunset marquees. It raced into the horizon like A toad on the road. A neon dream waving farewell.
Exploring mindsets: An act in caressing Bloodbath tesseracts. A roundhouse rollercoaster, Spinning at velocity of perfume Hitting nasal perforations.
Core memories surface along spine cutlets, No longer intrinsic Doubt. I'm settling for more. A bathed blue baby is a moment Too long to endure.
Hindsight is A parson's lake passage; A mad monster yet to be tamed; A grain of salt to a fresh wound made; Moments of grace from a fake great ape.
Blue morons slide Into Mormon jovial footsteps. Derided ice forestry into King's cloaked ancestry. Which makes family the Opposite of attraction.
And yet here I am Talking to you, Eyelight through obelisks In hotbox barricades. Hiding behind A past of newspapers. Headline reads 'ONLY DEVINE' 'TRADE REIGN WARNS JEWELS' 'PRINCE THREATENS ECONOMY ... AND CROWN.'
Wipe the frown, Draw the sword. Don't be ignored anymore.