Who knows
Knowledge from chaos?
Eyes are temporary

All of your (everything) lay beautifully
                   Behind my arms
your slow smile spreads plight alarm
into the nerves of my love

        Giving in,

Warmth.
    
                                   Growth

Of you and I, now so commonly paired
(the sun sees rising before our pondered inquiry)

           Returning now your eyes to my,

I witness pure beauty
     In the soul of a pure beauty

You are not together,
          and we are not apart.
Call me home,

Think of me as a juxtaposition of jumbled giant words/Feeding monstrously in (where and how,in) I please,
      And please me darling,
For this is the last night we get until
You
      Give
             Up
                  That
       Mask. (A circled mess) quarrying deeply
From the plush seas of bed.

I see insects
crawl to their homes,
I wonder, my own

In a window,
The light refracts
and time stops briefly

And if you call me
I won't know where to look,
Somewhere gone,

The sea,
    
                The hook,
Alive; we're alive, dear
The mountains dancing, dancing by decorative moonlight

Garden walls,
Shoulders glancing and young,
blind girls of the island laughing at me.

Beast people
with strange markings and forceful movements,
Flowers- flowering towers of
lucid,
luscious
      Dreams of a vacant mind.

In your little crushing demanded vascular little world of yours
                (your distorted contorted reversed but somehow-real-big-small-wet, reality: I don't know where you are)
  
  But you know where you're going,
                       Mister,
                   Don't you?

That's right, guy. Take your leave (there's no vacations on this trip/silly, you)
      Where do you think you'll head off to when you die?
(If I knew) I'd split in a minute-long-gevity-of-a-seconds' wishful
             Thinking,

              And never turn a shoulder
'*** it's not worth the waste of energy