{ Full to brimming madness
A shaded blot of tin
Flumes for eyes
And the fire to fertilize
Croaked behind the wind. }
 
( Patched of a day's quilt
The moths of aperture
Spirited away the dusk
To the vestal mouse
Whose heart doth thrum sure. )
 
[ Of extolled breath
Chambered nubility 
Did shy to the hand
In which 'twas held:
Invariably. ]
 
/ In all paintings hung
Bereft of blemishes to sting,
Fibrin inks touching canvas
Evoke the rumbling stream;
The renascence of Spring. \

A gliding entity between ecstasy, my eyes grew from seeds
to inversely unbounded trees, oxidizing, breathing into the collective
a collection eclectic; the ripening ages convene the gods' pallette
so mortal and clean.  From the vantage of mauve mountains,
beholders pressed through the ravine.  "The bewildered be wild"
She crooned on to me.  


Deepening the night, scintillant ancestors dug
with Light, unearthing cherished retinal prints.
The vulpine maw imposed no sin, indigo glow
and a patina sheen, feral bliss had greased
the chain.  Lineages span millennia as scions cast
the sacred Heron, spear of the World beyond
the eros plane.

So She crooned on to me
Her sybilline Dream.

Strike a mark on a sun kissed shrine
Cheek bones, dance within the sand's light -
Lambent spore sprig -Rot - beneath the mine
Lay the tourniquet fused, marble eyes.

Center stark stork - wracked to atomic bliss
Forked tongue minotaur, auric troubadour -
Machinations of bellowed amethyst,
Composed the flowered Aum, raising thy *******.

Arachnid's webbing - strung of turquoise beads -
By what are the viscid lines severed clean
That they convolute binaural progeny,
And lure the soul to breathe?

I've seen you in my dreams again
It starts off all the same
I glide through the crowd and latch
On to the sphere of your being

Like children meeting
We laugh and it feels like spring
This is how it's supposed to be
And my longing is no more

I hold fragments of our time
And watch them dissolve
Repeating the scenes
So the essence can remain

Yet there is no forever
For it's lost in the brain
My terminal shatters
But amends when we sleep

my room was a revival chamber
containing my excitement
for when i saw you on
the screen, otherwise
it was a sacrificial chamber
basking in anorexia
and lining my teeth
on top of the dresser
i got in a crash
i told you
they plucked them out
because i survived
to tell the tale

I hope
    one day
        you'll see me
              and think
"why did i let her go."