Is this the world we embodied
Are these the words we made copies of
Did I shirk off my responsibilities
In order to entertain your mystery
The anima is a queen living in obscenity
Somehow it seems obviously relevant today
Observations of soul searching
While your dress absorbs the light
Emanating from the moon
I came too soon to your rescue
I never asked you if you would have preferred
That i’d waited another season or two to notice you
So now you run outside all night
And dress the stars to the sounds of burning wood
Can we reduce all of our perfumes to ashes
And can you say that the funeral was a success
After we’ve burned and cremated the absolute

Love is a prophetess
Who gets her powers from the heart
She whispers secrets serpentine
And dances in the dark

Excusez-moi ma cherie
Love is too far to reach
But i beseech you to teach me
The ways of subtle strangers
Who play with words made of fire
How can we make magic with our desire
When there are only ten lonely fingers
Wrapped tightly around a wire
The personification of submission
Deserves our entire attention
You are no more or less of a person
When there are only a few
Extraordinary people who adore you
Love is a fundamental force
It rocks you off your course
And you must pass through  
A million phases of transformation
Each day is a situation you can handle
Another milestone placed upon the mantle
We are living examples
Of candles burning in the dark
I see treasure in the sky
A line between colors that meet your eye
Love is the sound of rice
Falling on the kitchen floor
When morning was born
We tried to disintegrate all of our shadows
But the room had been filled with arrows
So we laid on the ground and wondered
It was then I saw you whispering to the thunder
That love was an entire mountain
And we have never known hunger
Bigger than a volcano before
We saw the birds return from their migrations
And all our hearts were blooming
In the libations of the sun
Your tears water down a river
And the rafts of your heart are bound with fibers
We share in all of our shadows
Until our minds become vibrant and entangled

Action is undertaken too swiftly
Hatred is tolerated too indifferently
We are infants of grace
Whose frames of references
Are usually taken out of context
And haste is a biased perception
******* she claims
I never break my word
Nor have i ever heard
A more depressing story

the outcomes are certain
all will fade away indefinitely
understand this and measure your life
by breaths and not complexity
densities are hiding in visionary lightning
finding new faculties every moment
we are swift in our limitless  
capacity for adaptation
a refulgent emulsion
immersed in water and poetry
under the highest authority
or just higher scrutiny
wrapped in a paranoid blanket
of heightened security
all is being watched right now
as judges redefine your beauty
if you are truly interested
in finding happiness
you must understand
that all magic is abraxas
and satisfaction attacks this
as we collapse upon the backs
of ecstatic languages....

I'm oscillating between
a polymorphous isoscelationship
with multiple parallelograms
and a double helix or two
occasionally twisted up in the mix..

How about you?

These concrete visions fill me with cognitive dissonance despite the diagonal whiplash inherent in walking these crowded streets swarming with dionysian eye candy
So i engage in correspondences with my own despondence and write symbolic sermons upon paper napkins describing indefinitely my plans to attend the universal assembly of neurotic narcissists convention
Until this dissolute disappointment directs me to dance with my sick eyed inner child whose tiny eyeballs look like two pools of quicksand hopelessly beckoning to the uninvited parts of my psyche to at the very least acknowledge him
Quick to the rescue my dissident anima rushes to embrace me as she pulls me blindly inside her waif-like body into the thickness of her essence where bliss is overtaken only by an oceanic reverie for the infantile irresponsibility of this unseemly situation
Eventually we begin to disentangle because differentiation always comes at a price too steep for me to climb and too stubborn for me to negotiate with or base my already unstable sanity upon
As the angle of the Earth to the Stars is relatively unknowable since it all depends on where in the universe you are at any given moment of creation that you wish to measure and compare the length, height and depth of your own arm to