this is another form I would like to lose
but what is a man to inherit but the empire of sleep after
being caught in a virulent web of dailiness?
sometimes dreams are as empty as Manila
on a Sunday – requiring things I do not understand,
so as the departure of leaves to bring back the same existence,
the parallel rawness, and the exact hundredfold inflorescence,
a blank synthesis of light is another conundrum
as sidewalks remain steely and squalid
holding themselves up to surrender; when another drone breeds
sound from a distance, one is reminded of how gently songs in themselves
break inward and release fully, a cloud of regret, leaving things and renaming
them loose sobriquets;
and when all else have gone into total darkness
I will sit beside everything else that closes its eyes to the world
and rejoin them in the familiar and see nothing but the rest
of beautiful things ignite to show scars and leave
us all wordless, losing
this strange form of living.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC
this is another form I would like to lose
but what is a man to inherit but the empire of sleep after
being caught in a virulent web of dailiness?
sometimes dreams are as empty as Manila
on a Sunday – requiring things I do not understand,
so as the departure of leaves to bring back the same existence,
the parallel rawness, and the exact hundredfold inflorescence,
a blank synthesis of light is another conundrum
as sidewalks remain steely and squalid
holding themselves up to surrender; when another drone breeds
sound from a distance, one is reminded of how gently songs in themselves
break inward and release fully, a cloud of regret, leaving things and renaming
them loose sobriquets;
and when all else have gone into total darkness
I will sit beside everything else that closes its eyes to the world
and rejoin them in the familiar and see nothing but the rest
of beautiful things ignite to show scars and leave
us all wordless, losing
this strange form of living.
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