Shadows rise to confront the sun,
stationary swirls continue to twirl.
The grey of which is hardly seen,
within those fragments of duality.

Pearls found from darker nights,
gleam direct in this moonlight.
Black and white are convexed,
whilst time itself is condensed.

Golden opportunities appease
those who can view with clarity.
So step aside and think freely,
to see the repeated disconnect.

Where will it go,
who will we show?
I have now just hit my all-time low.

This convexed apprectiaiton I have come to ignore.
Good-bye, farewell, and it's out the door.
So down one side, and up another.
Why did we do that to eachother?

It was in the way your chest
concaved, convexed with my pulse
and with our ******; our bodies

beat rhythms into the walls
and floors; I was shaking
as your hand held up the arch

of my back. I looked up and wished
it wasn’t you so badly, I cried
and you wiped away what you saw

to be a bead of sweat from my cheek.
It was January and the heater
was broken.

Convexed heart
Perplexed start

Puzzled by the puzzle

Mapped by the maker

It all crashing
Skies were clashing

Splattered with triumph
                    filled with wine
Destined for bloodshed
Wood transformed to crimson red

The Tumbleweed has emancipated itself
From the top heavy game of Follow the Leader
To create something iconoclastic
And concave the convexed cyber cafe that sends it cease and desist letters
But it can't resist to say  "I vote for the suicide note I wrote two Thursdays ago" three times fast
It packs the essentials
Then takes its leave to go find people who care to share
And are interested in the topic of role reversal

The suicide note said as follows

"To you,

I'll use small words.
The shame I have is too much for me. After living  a life here of excess and fantasy.
I've lost the chills it gave me.
The warmth it provided.
I hate you all for making me love and care about you.
I'm thankful for what you have given me.
But it would be bad for all involved if I push myself to smile another minute.
I need to go find the cool spark again.
Thank you for all you've done.
Please be good.

**** it, **** it, forget it

You'll be okay

Carry"

a glass blown urn,

pit to the stomach

of fire.

convexed with bounding

residuals.

gush thus water, gush thus fire,

gush thus air, gush thus earth,

gush thus ether!!!!?

meta-realities of ostensible I-s

deigning to unbecome, seen aright

in part.

elemental satiety--nonplussed aums,

lightless dins held to nothing visible.