I Love More Our Mystic Diamonds

I saw a lamp, broken in midair, where particles mingled. I met a love, this thing for prose, verbal with ablation; this religious art, this type renaissance, that feeling of avant-garde; as chosen this myth, held in low regard, struggling towards metaphors; that inner space, staring at lines, this place of existence. I met a stranger—a neglected stranger, as proud as Hercules. We chatted in passing, peering as not to look, affronted by innuendoes. Our distrust lingered, where years morphed flowers—that cyan dahlia; as times immortal, this daisy as liquor—this point of madness; to taste an anemone, or trek lightning—this thunderbolt adventure; where eyes swell, this world of headaches, a tear from several dimensions. I’ve loved a style, this kiln, this soul, studded in furnace ice—this battling flame, our inner curriculum, racing towards meadows; this place of brains, charged with chi, communing as to erupt a current; this wrench of hearts, as to know your name—this secret since immortal winds. Ours is rocky; but you care—barely; as something a nuisance to souls: this deep conundrum, a riddle to a sphinx, as trekking partial bridges. We know to meet it—our inners spun—this web of turbulence; while singing glory, this private memory, seated in a tinge of confidence; as something divine, this painting of Rembrandt, this mind of Raphael: searching through paradise; if but to image a face;—this Ghost at heart-caves; but more this light, this lamp mending itself, faced with sudden adversity; for days are pleated, while nights are hidden, as to attract a heart filled with flames: this vibrant ballet, centered in souls, as a fugue raptures in G-Minor; that furious mental, raging through rivers, as this art embedded in minds; that place of symbols, etched in anxieties, while captured by gestalt. I’m steering something, this tear of baguettes, trickling through gardens; to touch begonias, such colorful eyes, flooding through endless gates—this miracle of pains, as rich as pudding—this fiery soul; as enchanted a cross, to trail through Cavalry, as participating at life.