Saturday, August 29, 2015

Chamber Leakage

They swell gently, where tears flirt, to sigh a deep breath.
He floats through time, to mimic bruises, furnace to
psych. Life is wishing wells, filled to capacity, mourning
a sad breeze. Something for waves, to cross a track, ten
miles from nowhere. It’s a twilight-zone, captured
through butterfly dreams, hiking through nightmares.
He loves for heart, to spin for words, concerned to speak.
Its cyan pains, russet welts, even saffron joys. It’s a
montage, even a mirage, bedded in illusions; where he
lives a voice, to surf a circus, grounded in petals. Love
is full, albeit empty enough—to yearn for more love. He
feels an inrush, for a world is speaking, shifting through
a poem. Its crystals, plus aesthetics, even earthenware
souls. He smiles deeply, a touch of etiquette, even a
soothing vibe. Art is motion, a phantom’s eyes, an
opulent mind. He bathes in lullabies, ever so silent, for
brushing wildly. Selfhood’s a mystery, a stir for Ba to Ka,
even twins to speak. So many anchors, to sail for seas, to
paint a mural. This is tears, even a wet blanket, terrified
neatly. He ponders, to sport a costume, yenning for life. 

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