Fall apart and settle down
to complexity’s tragic decline.

He’s gone too high now on the ground
Smiling and saying that’s he’s just fine.

Combine.  His doubts with suspended fears
Rising above the city’s circus tent
Tasting sorrow’s vine for all these years
Never warn out and never spent.

Content.  In sacrifice, his eyes are closed.
Tear apart the stitching to reform.
To see the wrong right has proposed.
The elusive  norm.

Yet they Conform.  They try and hide -
Burying their science down inside.

sever and broken all the world
all that’s loved, all that’s lost
all that searched through empty lots and ducked
all that slips through the night
like a broken playground dream

. . .and all that could have been, condemned and contained

like all the putrid of miscreation
. . .and all scorned with painful regretation

like all those born with a tortured soul

and all that are and all that could have been

I am your placid thought
hiding your wicked desire of plasticity
I am the trees’ haunting

. . . I am your forgotten, by all it seems
I am your ruined . .

Bury me inside your favorite dreams.

Somewhere in between right and wrong
decisions fall into rain
dissipating delusion
into starry nights of understanding
bringing meaning to abstraction
drawing love from attraction
eradicating hybrid thought
from incomprehension.

Only through what is not meant
to be understood can a man
hold his emotions
like pressure points drawn on dolls
rising like the bubble
that almost made it to air
but burst on the surface
of silence.

Rain loose like unhinged petals
Waiting for their inevitable journey
To be reborn again
And again
My reasoning diluted
Separating form from thought,
Plastic from reality
Simple in a way that has to be

Like all we encompass
Together or apart
Like all that pretends to stand
When we imagine ourselves lying down