Your life leaves ribbons of light by which
my mind catches and begins the mainspring of our
Soul as one - you are to me a universe that
I see stars and nature (the sun in my eyes blinds me)
with blindness I rage upon darkness only to repeat
a revolution upon the Ouroboros snake.
You wear sunlight as armor for love, yelling to
flowers that sense unravels without love
and thanking land spirits for everything that is natural-
feeling the pedals first, feeling always first, only the dead
confabulate the doing and undoings of a pressed kiss from
love's archetypal phantoms behind reality.
your eyes have a voice (i think), but
I feel I love you greater than society
and nothing on the sun is brighter
than (i think) your smile with a flower over the skies of my head.
I was fearless, my mind ate all the flowers
in your garden but I did not touch you; I only
left a poem given to me from an Angel
whom has no trust in humanity, but entrusted me
to touch you with the untranslatable language
of my fearless obsession to communicate
to you the tiredness of things that break under
the weight of love and nothingness.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 12:20 PM UTC
Your life leaves ribbons of light by which
my mind catches and begins the mainspring of our
Soul as one - you are to me a universe that
I see stars and nature (the sun in my eyes blinds me)
with blindness I rage upon darkness only to repeat
a revolution upon the Ouroboros snake.
You wear sunlight as armor for love, yelling to
flowers that sense unravels without love
and thanking land spirits for everything that is natural-
feeling the pedals first, feeling always first, only the dead
confabulate the doing and undoings of a pressed kiss from
love's archetypal phantoms behind reality.
your eyes have a voice (i think), but
I feel I love you greater than society
and nothing on the sun is brighter
than (i think) your smile with a flower over the skies of my head.
I was fearless, my mind ate all the flowers
in your garden but I did not touch you; I only
left a poem given to me from an Angel
whom has no trust in humanity, but entrusted me
to touch you with the untranslatable language
of my fearless obsession to communicate
to you the tiredness of things that break under
the weight of love and nothingness.