Tuesday, May 26, 2015

I See You in Streams

How to say I’ve been thinking mystic? where lanterns burn,
and rabbits nibble grass, and brockets dance for apples. I
ask—mocking lemurs, to ponder psalmic eyes. And you
stand distant, screaming: “I hate you,” and nothing is
accomplished. But what of mystic brown, a mother of
pain, screening and screeching for lies. It’s similar to a civet
refusing to eat, lost in a city, mourning a world. But keep
a mile between us; where cheetahs race forever, and fruit is
sweetest alone. Else perish communication, and ownership
of wrongdoing, where intelligent minds reason for peace and
joy. Indeed I dream, where genet poise affects a heart, and
nighthawks awake a mind; for ours is confusion, a wealth of
wants and needs, where absence enflames imagination. Thus,
protected in silence, we wrestle coyotes and fuse a paradise.  

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