white chalk"atop crumbled sheets"clutching my priorskin.white hollow waves,reminiscent ofstruggle-dream marks-as I submitto my inner illusion:irregularfascinatingawkwardinwardeye!Once I was chasing my cherubic snake-a wreckles line,a portable river,silver simulationof serenity and grief.But of all the tossingand turning,I am nowa motionless plainreceptorof flooding mute light;I swallow the wordsas they arrivein broiling fleets ofcrystal cyclists:spinning feet,wavering hair-blissful tomorrows remember Proteusin their bareadolescent arms.But now"we float",the lace trimming has risento my knees,a painless awakening,stochastic traces -the debris of genesis- on the ceilingawaitinganew-a longing.
lamppost lonelinessBy and Byis all we get.-hectic stream of consciousness.oh! but when you see, you seethrough your lamppost loneliness-that post-possesion decency,unfinished personhood, and thoughtfulness.The ascetics of watchfulness,coupled with that perfect veilof ignorance.Confidance.The children grab hold and swing by,The loners pause and cry,and the bright hole in the sky-your passing desolation,that slender shadow of yourscounting your perirmeter-some distant ageless omnipresencesome constant compulsivehope.By and By is all we get.
bluedeceit. my tentative friend.how blue-fugitive isletin a glass vessel-how surprisingly calm,consciously defeated,conspiciously vain,hopefully wonderful.thin scented shadow. tied to a wrist.hold still.though to love is to lose.to love is to choose.-what pains us more?-blue eyes. a theft. such purity.'something'rendered'everything'at a steal.