Photo Challenge #86 and Wordle #224


image by Valentina Kallias ~ “Apocalypse Horseman Pestilence”

I dream of your translucent eyes

Raping my synapses, a thousand needles

Stunning that which they cannot picture.

Puckered platitudes pan over uproarious

And under-furnished landscapes.

Home must be a state within

If it is to be recaptured for nothing

Known could exist here.

You are a mystery, a spontaneous trip

Whereby the traveler divests himself

Of the grid and assumes the anonymity

With which nature first conceived him.

My vapid dance with death

Has given way to trampling,

Beneath my feet the blood flowers.

In the spin of an uncertain pestilence

I find myself vulnerable to forgiveness.

My seams seem to have adhered

Subconsciously to your ruined flesh.

What’s the difference you ask?

Humans have no regard at all

For their aspects and potentialities.

They speak of drowning as if they,

Still-standing, could grasp

The expansiveness of their being.