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Gawking accordances course
Through audiences at the marred
Predictabilities for seers;
Nobilities given quests
Prior to descending entrances of
Players, even before they were
Properly equipped
With armors or swords,
Whilst forced to face
Nonhuman entities that seemed
To resemble those we’d call demigods.


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Seem

In copses of ginkgo trees
Of bilobed fans and seedless apricots
Of dulled silvery chrome flesh
Inside seaweed atmospheres
Of flitting globular lights
Of rotational spiking hulls
In instantiated deformations
Of incomplete sequences
Of eyes wide, shut tight

1.
Icy sparkling whites
Of glinting ices pointed
At swallows that flew
At misappropriated times.

2.
Embellished ravines of
Illuded gem stones set
Along riversides, rise
Into stratospheric skies.

3.
Elk coteries of velvet hides
Inside draping chiffon tents
Of selective candle lit dens;
A deluge of pent up prides

4.
Ensnared in spectral ires
Of vivaciously fed fires
Of confounded origins;
Annotated ashes, alluded

5.
Abominable satin snakes
Emerging from dust palls,
Intertwining with vines
Of crystalline ceruleans.

Accidental plots of sugars
Of Gods and Goddesses
Of ecstatically held cubes
In stemmed angst; new
Inchoate fates or invades.

Insects admit to taints
As mystified apologies
As they’d do it again.


Uncertainty

Zombie hordes in zealous zebraic rampages
Destroy our homes in the Ternion Zone
In post-apocalyptic zoomorphic fuzzy forms.

Zion swings his double sided spear,
Of cast curvatures with sharpened edges
Of a lacquered handle designed
With golden scrolling vines,
Of a lotus inlayed with mollusk shells,
Of sprouting leaves in tinted jade,
We think.
With impossible speeds; Shrilling
Before our vision can keep.

Zipping past in blurred zest
He pulverizes our zenic advances
In jest.

Biggest Liar

To say your face is beautiful
Or to say your soul is breathtaking
Isn’t sufficient enough;
These words that describe beauty
Lack the ability to portray
Just how beautiful
I think you to be.

But I will never say
Your face is more beautiful than nature
Or that
Your soul is more breathtaking than the cosmos
Because I’d be lying.

But I’m the biggest liar I know.

-Sabs-

We Built Walls

Incessantly
We built walls
Along the borders
To safe guard
The treasures
We stored in our hearts.

But you came
In nonchalantly,
Languid, lucid,
Lacking physical properties,
Waltzed right through
Cemented auburn bricks.

Golden strands
With body bare,
Chiffon draping
With the breeze
Clandestinely assisting.

We’d watch you dance.

You tossed words,
Petals, from your basket,
Twirling, drifting,
In atmospheric pressure,
While floating,
Salaciously whispered,
“Watch my prophecies unfurl”

You came in
Without invitation.
“You aren’t welcome here,”
We yelled.
Take your destinies
And go somewhere else.

You and your rhetoric divination’s
Can go to hell.

Fuck this shit.
This isn’t real.

-Sabs-