Your Poetry Dot Com - deeply. . . deeply. . .

greedy air. . . sublime. . . cascading. . .
a fragile evening's. . . evanesce
of quietest moments, consciousness lacing
the trembling midnight's deep caress
a touching gift. . . bestows affection. . . collage of dirt &. . . e n d l e s s. . . sky. . .

I will to soothe. . . to soar. . . encompass
a static numbness. . .
an echo hymn. . .
a canvas of a vesseled chamber
moisture / shelter / vagabond

my skin / air, eyescape / lips, contagions. . . vectors. . . center. . .
all the rest
the alpha blah blah blah omega
my inner truth. . .
my love's behest. . .
my fond attentions, lovely morsels
orbs of star-fire, bones of quest, dust-breathe floating. . . luminescent. . .
a blessing seeking ones to bless.

ancient. . . ageless. . . visceral. . . formless forming, taking shape
luxurious with stained intention
here dwell shadows. . . departure's gait. . .
here, the end of rainbow
nectar
manna melting
storm sires, thunder. . . sifting precious
a thankless echo. . . echoing. . .
rushing waves & pulling under
an undertow, tomb-morion
no light escapes from these dark sockets
tire & waste & hollow nests.

a caverness weaves spells. . . misfortune. . .
that lay what's broken, end to end
that constitute what's left, unspoken
supine fractures, nervous mends

(blue / black) (gold / green)

greenest. . . greener. . .
the photons splinter. . . willed to linger. . .

dispersion is a gilded guild

dispersion is a rainbow, tender. . . each layer's pulse, a glitter mime
an altar's vapor, mist & prism
an offering. . . of the third~eye shrine. . .
where meloncholy bare it's neck. . . bares it's nettle. . .
it's porcelain, pensive. . . shills it's penance
braves the lacking. . . the abysmal
stills the howls to waveless surface
still water that never reveals it's depth.
yin & yang are merely our symptoms
one, expanding, one contracts,
one determined to release us, one unbridled, binds us back.

there is no colour that I don't relish
from dawn to hazy afternoon
kaleidoscoping. . .
soulscape strobing. . .
holy treasures. . . beholding truth

b a l a n c e. . . is. . .an. . .a b s o l u t e

buddha~puppet
strings & things together,
a tendency to put to task
winding up & winding down
starting fires & raining gently. . .
as vernal oceans toll my blue / green languid
licking my molasses spine
fire & ice
& ever changing
changing
e v e r

cradle me in
e n d l e s s
knowing
encapsilate. . . compose the mind
thorns of plenty
shape & shifter
'til time unending. . .

the sky adjusts
& I recline. . .

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