Silverstone, red pumps,
golden earrings,
bronze little heart.
Acute
Piercing like art,
moves like an axis,
Star
Over dark skies,
below clear water.
Fishing over me
the header reads
wake the coral
in Sea.

Like feathers on a glass
bristles on a wire
hold me close to your veneer
paved through
scratched, ***** cracks
and the spaces
between the lids of my edges.
No reason for separation
the ripples of hope smeared across
carelessly now
they fade.
what was once the channel,
a filter of silence only to be seen
like feathers passing by a breeze.
pacing little mirror
obscene like a withering fire.
stay by a little longer
too dry to reach again
the peeling ...
peels away

A haze that forms a sky
trickles down
like droplets of pain,
the more I shift
the less my ideal thoughts decide.
Distant perception
of another lie
relate to time
again, again, another motion
we can't seem to leave behind.
The pulse knocks another
course to distort
the image of another
mind
only after time, again
the trickles moving down your spine.
A beating perception, lonely in desperation
reaching for a distant image
of a memory
disdain, the horrid
vivid
feeding ardently
the agony, felt inside.
Foresee the exit, there's an entrance
to elude
you slowly pursue the perceptions of acceptance
the only thing you can see, leaves you in deceit
the image of another thought you once perceived.
This outward feed to feed within
is reaching for another memory you can't discern.
The only thing left to feel
the only thought left to heal
the memory of dreams
left within.

The waste of beauty...
Curved and ordure
tan yet pale, made of
soft fibers
with an essence of sweets
Precise and oblique
down, somewhere beneath
Radiant
elated above.
Waste of beauty...
holding your surmise
a keeper of what lies
Ahead.

-LR (v3sago)

In a vast canvas, outside the spread of doubt
the feathers from my brush start to settle.
As my pupils stare through, I reach within my thoughts.
Every movement and every breath...
slowly desiccating through motionless actions of uncertainty and question...
Have I seen her before?
The harmonious sigh extracting a simple, no.
The spread of wonder inside and around me
start to grow
marching up and down the peering eyes
I tell myself that I know.
Density and silence
embracing the frames around her face.
Then I remembered something else and slowly smiled
inside
the awe of skepticism peering through me
I paused for a moment...
just to wonder.
Again, I wonder

Random,
hidden from behind
move from side
to hide,
withered with an empty
swoon, to slide from an open hand
to hand,
whispers from adjacent hopes
the frequency...
now feeling hollow from inside.
Silent steps from a small space
to a small place,
withstanding the indifferences
with discerning gait.
Housing the apathetic thoughts
constructed from the sphere
centered in our mush,
the spiraling of gravities conveying
all of these random afflictions,
I gave
to you.