All seemed vocal And doubled with Gifted words, As they spoke Ahead of the ideas, In the glass house Dreamt at sunset. Patience was desultory. The arms extended, Completed the ballet. The rain grogged The slanted roof, And emptied rorshach And chiaroscuro Drippings on the floor Of human destiny. Your body Was larger than The enemy wind That wrapped Around the valley. You are an ally Who covered The perched enameling, And outreach Of the routes Of mind stuff. I always Interject The dubious phrase, To solidify My ego sense. But you walk Out on me, Into clarity. Could this be a problem ? The rhyme Of the totality Effaces illusion, With bonding Of chemical movements. The metre Of your lonliness Charges the back space Into nonsense. Your rant about a purgatory That stands In your reflection, Between hope And a limit, That lies inwardly In the spirit, As it rays outward, But blocks the Sun. The coming age With its new triaits, Bursts it’s sides And swallows up The past, Before it settles The fundamental Of sympathies In emergent Explosions. You stay along The divided precipice, With tragic presence, Calling for a rope That connects The mental laxity, With efficient means. I watch The gap widen As you perforate The abyss With your suffering, And the holes Let in spent air. I have always Trusted your judgement. I have always Sought Your counsel. I have never once abandoned you.
Posted on: Thu, 10 Jul 2014 02:57:48 +0000
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