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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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