Signals of disappearance
from her cruel stares
at God

But first
the enervation
of animals laid to waste
by their own instincts


you can chew on your food
even choke on it
but it'll never be a solar flare
for all the other
things
you associate with it.

The distortion makes for piece by piece
offence to the watercolour stained memories
that just couldn't quite make it through
to consciousness.
But not entirely wasted
as when silence finally descends
it is in the middle of the street
that only a select, weathered, utopian seekers
have in their possession

and upon rain slugged lips,
an  ambush of causation
tripling on the inside
whatever
he sees with his eyes
jests that the effect is
nothing but slavery.

Metered synopsis' call out
to the unguided
as the faithful
receive them
as entire books.


All is an iillusion
I partake in this poetry
only to confirm that.

as my lava lamp like persona
drifts on freely
stumbling up against
only further unrealities

Except some are enforced by
those who see things clearly

And if I am a minus in this
great equation of life
let there be a plus
that although technically is
unreachable
from my perspective


is handed to me eternally
just out of love.

Amen Lord and Jesus.