Monday, December 13, 2021

Unusual Places

 

the map must be wrong, math must be deaf, science can’t be right.

I feel uneasy, fraught by malaise, so hectic to live; an undo penalty, an unwarranted curse, blessed to have lost gold.

so easy in cries, so alive in auras, good intentions came late.

never a unique battle, war is frightening, pain is mythical—such anger in me, so lost on me, dealing in sensations.

the rock has a face, stone made of tiger, sabertooth groans in our future—the flame of skies, those with wilderness, I

swore to see eyes in sapphire.

I was a child, on a map, pointing, going in circles; so smooth to die, so in love as winning, chemistry might destroy life.

much a crazy dreamer, to imagine it as easy, to adore like creeks, in mountains, nesting with a raven.

go easy on me.

the geography of a smile, the ontology of a kiss, the personality of intimidation;

roaming ourselves, some faraway island, so indebted to those first doubts—

to push, prod, make manuscripts, submit poems, bounce into graphics—

the beauty of losing, around a corner to win, hope in ocean seas.   

PS.

    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...