Wednesday, December 29, 2021

Wilderness Water

 

just absorbed, petering out, climbing tides—the wave as it cries, the scream in its whale, those walls alongside the island—so much jumping, many scorpions, one sits inside of guts, scratching, weaving, a tragic ghost at my intestines.  

 

just the smile, the banshees, the rain—at zenith in mercy, at hells in witnessing, alert to shadows, eating miseries.

 

too long for closure, raving with ravens, arcs aloof to friendship—surefire tragedy, a child in a room, the ache has bars, the film is on repeat—ancient techniques, schematic traumas, made into some creature.

 

so theater at motion, so pure at times, watching some gesture, in some portal, pomegranates with red rice. the soul roaming, negligent in its interrogation, at love so random a tendency: those courting replies, made diligent in art, so desperate those eyes.

 

a ship near horizon, so delicate the appeal, too rough to make it easy; the cedar cross, tigerwood beads, metallic bracelets.

 

for a spirit, made internal rabid, composed by merely a thread—the rosarium tears, rubescent rebirths, at third place for eternity.

 

it hast to surpass me—my intellect, my understanding, it must be a rocket through a maze into a diary—it must exist.

 

many crocodiles, several eggs, turtles a century in age: upon a lamp, pulled from under a rock, reborn in a gentle smile.

PS.

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