Monday, November 23, 2015

Reason’s Torch

Wherefrom this ache, this coupled love, to perish this vine?
Wherefrom this life, this sheltered sorrow, to season such
love?—for such is diamonds and topaz rubies, crawling on
rhinestones. I love you come shadows, a subtle vex, to test
pineapple waters; and essence so sweet, an elfin nose, a
twist come deserts. So wherefrom this churn, this turn of time,
to prune scars?—for wildfire—is particles, wafting through
forests; and come this bliss, a bass through souls, born
through unborn gestures. I’m addled to love, a breath so
delicate, to forage through emotions. I feel for dells of charm,
a tear to pause, a gait to fawn; and over I fall, the crest of joys,
to discern a twinkling star; but an antre weaves, the deepest
silence, for mystic attics. We grip for winds, to search for calm,
something nigh eternal; and die this rose, filled with disdain,
for all is not perfect; and wherefrom this smile, this glorious
comfort, the squall of sorrows. We panic to utter love, filled
with trepidation, and that much relieved; for love is such
destiny, compelled to love, where all is foreign chaos; and die
this life, to spear a rib, and walk a pier of figs; for love so grand,
a sensual feast, where darkness haunts reason.   

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