to live existence, painted in
acrylics, a fairytale glance.
the climbing ceiling, the souls
waning, feelings chiding intuition.
bald eagles, polar bear calmness, an
instance with appeal.
gardeners pruning, harbingers
musing, swords mutilating airs;
whereat, the mindful rulers, the
rubric phantom, years becoming Sisyphus.
I turn with silence, pictured as
pictureless, attempting to master syllables, often unheard of.
the angst in souls, our tears
winking, our kilometers growing distance.
the inner eye, the precious vandal,
the Caribbean voyage: whereupon, the gorgeous tadpole, the leaping prince, our
days to imagination.
souls churning, our tears and
cognac, our lemons becoming sweet nectar: our smile-less fires, our reigns
slipping, our women entrepreneurs—to cut with reticence, living through
shackles, our women admiring days; the haven heart, as redeemed by gestures,
seated aside something formable; a witty gaze, many deep insights, the
blueprint to psyches: at love this arc, adrift those scars, at flames and mediocrities.
the frozen ocean, intestinal
sea-ice, winged concealment.
to love as dying, merely
nonchalant, emptiness demands life.
I forfeit illness, abandoned to
illness, moreover, at cadence with illness.
