there are no

wires that will

send shivers

across the right

Voices...

until.

a storm that registers

an uncharted magnitude...

ensures outage.

trails adore

blood-roses...

amidst greenery blown

precisely at an unmovable

moment.

an entire forest too

green for red.

recanting thorns like

ingrown nails.

an unwavering tide

knows how to lose

itself on the side

of a Pisces...

making two eyes

one on the same

side of its face,

as it bobs.

all fin-**** movements

given away freely.

a
bindu
is
a
singular
obsession...
continually
circumambulating
it­s origin
of
devotion.

thought singled

itself out, for

no reason...

but to climb the

trees of nervous

systems.

genius showed

down.

having more than

3 thoughts at a

time.

the mid-throb

of a heart of Hearts,

is more than just a

frenetic shape on

a screen.

or the perfectly placed

ache...going through

its life-review.

unable to mull over

vacant flashes...it

caresses them.

as they transpire.