Charmed I Pardon

Live consciousness, my love, ever afoot a vision quest. I

feel you suffering through imagination, spinning words,

absorbing meaning. Life beneath a core: such sorrow,

winters and blue moons. It was first kitsch, a secret

crush, where hearts tickled fantasy. Then a summer was

so numb, nearly shapeless, a part-born abyss. We were

there, screaming, “Never,” ever consumed. Lights were

blinking. Ideas were forming. Droplets of pain wedged and

sealed stars. What was our contradiction: drawn and

repulsed, sliding into different worlds? I venture a purple

sun, a mist of vapor, a ghost at our window-door. Speak of a

finder’s tale, where zephyrs ballet soft-love for shame. In

honor, well a verdant rose, rebuke a stream of tears. I’m

lost with this world, gilded with anguish, mad and somber.

Nothing understood a lantern’s light, unknown, and sewn

into love. So pardon our slow enchant, vine to rose.