my frolicsome feet can only
imagine with their bones
the dream of what venture
requires me to go
farther to reach you.
it is with each step that
these passing trembles
conclude their premonitions.
it is when my hands wind-hover
in thick space that my mind
levitates itself and lifts to
draw with a shaking hand,
its own topography.
(x) is your place
(y) is mine
and somewhere in this
haphazard equation is an
algorithm that makes sound as
all the circles are small
without sides, and all shapes
continue to break without form,
encircling us now are the shards
of this equation's
fervent stridence.
all of this is stellified
without mind's authority -
only a heart's persistent longing
and a trifle of courage,
when these sordid amplitudes
flounder to no swaying,
there will be bridges for me
to stride on so as to
close the distances and
silence the enigmas
with their sought-for answers.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
my frolicsome feet can only
imagine with their bones
the dream of what venture
requires me to go
farther to reach you.
it is with each step that
these passing trembles
conclude their premonitions.
it is when my hands wind-hover
in thick space that my mind
levitates itself and lifts to
draw with a shaking hand,
its own topography.
(x) is your place
(y) is mine
and somewhere in this
haphazard equation is an
algorithm that makes sound as
all the circles are small
without sides, and all shapes
continue to break without form,
encircling us now are the shards
of this equation's
fervent stridence.
all of this is stellified
without mind's authority -
only a heart's persistent longing
and a trifle of courage,
when these sordid amplitudes
flounder to no swaying,
there will be bridges for me
to stride on so as to
close the distances and
silence the enigmas
with their sought-for answers.
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