Bound to an unknown world consumed by fear
a grey picture with unvaried dreams
a single sun struggling but hoping to burn all that away.
My love long gone like a memory shattered
in this bewildered blank
where i prefer the voiceness of the night
and colours do not pretend in misguided words
only silverlight
where moon and stars stand together.
All seem crystallized.
Deep and vast the world surrounds me
with malice and cruelty the truth unravels
yet my heart knows no fear.
I know
I see
I feel
I hold the kindness my beloved kept for me.

Echoes of a mystery deluge my mind.
My eyes wavering, aching to define.
This mystery, aware its ignited my eye.
I ache because it’s like I look to the sky.
The beauty, the ache, remedy formed of pain.
It’s made to be yearned for, following till I attain.

The thoughts impending always miscarry.
My view feels strangled and unvaried.
Floundered, forced to labor for its light.
Until known, sanity, sense won’t reunite.
Am I to know easily? As it’s already changed my soul.
like an enigma changing people through the mystifying of its goal.

I shall choose to pursue, even if to never know.
Let my ending be with it. However, it chooses so.

Though predictability prevails
     pertaining to my life,
     nonetheless a pronounceable zeal
bestirred from writing,
     and reading (no surprise),
     which literary leaning, inspiring,
     fueling cognitive pastimes
     elicit unending appeasement

     within mine private weal
without doubt (I intimate), and
     predicated on an
     adequately comprehensible, hypothetical
     sampling of the population,
     would probably accurately concur,
     that hallmarks majority of
     quotidian, weekly, monthly...activities
     would NOT re: veil

dramatic seat of
     the pants, nail biting, unreal
high wire, death
     defying ironic steel
lee cliff hanging,
     bare knuckle adventure squeal,
ling small hairs somedeal
of the spine raising goosebumps,

     sky diving with
     out a parachute,
     ******* without a ******,
     et cetera gasping
     for breath, before sidereal
     red giant stage
     obliterates flora and fauna doth seal
verdict - case closed,

     and legitimate reason to repeal,
thus this sketchy
     pictured exhibition sedentary
     cerebral efforts for real
marginally quiet natured unvaried
     repertoire applying
     thee measure piecemeal
asper wilderness trekking, exotic

     excursions globe trotting,
     (sans criteria as well spent
     purpose driven existence),
     mine unmasked,
     minimalistic patrilineal
lovely bare bones (hollow winning)
by thee above arbitrary fictitious ordeal
figuratively hypothetical measures,

this generic guy, viz zero
     less exciting even eating oatmeal
     as resultant measurement,
cuz his feeble minuscule variation,
     thinner than lean gruel
     would NOT even
     constitute living, ideal
as...a fly, thus accept this message
     as plea whisking me
     cerulean heights ethereal!