Yes, No

Undecided lambent threads
Of golden silvers
Amongst parceled bubbles
Intertwine then unwind
Inside gifs where
Illuminations cease to exist.

Incited by ineffable sparks
Inside ignition pries
Arising from distances;
Edged natures pinned
Against condemned trysts
Of prioritized grims.

Indiscreet wonders left
At dead ends
In order to feel less.


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Awake

Caterpillar cybernetic; an enhanced endoscopy:
Robotically shredding lettuce abundancies, they would crop,
Theoretically, munching with hydraulic gusto.

Crochet ends of moonstone decor with lined asteria;
Tinted in translucent opalescent nebulaeic dreams,
Twisting in macrocosms of a microscopic cornucopia.

Tactlessly lopping underneath bundles of nuclei,
Countlessly discounted, as the earth cached fated
Zero-sum games, stilted, in an altered dystopia.


Soothe

Biomechanical butterflies of two dimensional
Stained glass wings, once doused in transparent
Crackled enamels, rest on the edge of a gigantic
Mirror. Appearing and disappearing in delicate
Controlled momentums in avoidance of gusty
Breezes that threaten their peaceful harmonies.

Semicircle distances of disambiguities shown in
Reddish hazes from asymmetric greys; fluttering;
Dispersing massive ensembles at waters falling in
Muted splashing noises from a parted river’s want.


Total

The sun rises in flickering speeds, flashing
Through dusty clouds of snake skin scenes.
Rios effervesce on nature’s metaphysical terminologies
Where reeves and ruffs wade and conversate in tongues
Deluding themselves in grandiosities and insecurities;
Their greatest fears and hopes and dreams and nightmares;
Transcending airs swish fully into translatable swivels by
Daunted leaves immediately disappearing in haste into ethers.

Scores brightly lit by suns of unhindered perceptions in saturated
Lifts of lit blues that adhere and blend, fading in white stinted tints.
Denied rivulets act as hovels to tiny dancing nymph like creatures
While the injured act as indications of reasons to hide in fantastical
Seasons of obtrusive and senseless connotations, warping muddy
Cesspools of crazed lines, crackled and cracked, slighted fixations
Reenvisioned by processes, repeated, ideations writ in binary code,
Lost in the originations of the creator in the why’s, how’s, and when’s.

Superficial wares sold on ness like borders, consciously decided
By migrant roamers unaware of the “to what extent’s” of fineries
That seem perceivable, while the unknown suffer those lamentations.
Hideous throes of murky dribbles flow into sub-terrariums located
Beneath those rios. Environmental observations of stimuli by these
Passerbys qualify the quantitative gaggles of the Animalia and
The Mystical in cajoling reversals of possible combinations while
Slurping up shucked clams, having acquired those preferences.

Unseen moons in rotations cover the suns in totality, inhaling focal
Lights, leaving traces of luminescent umber shades softly fading into
Darkened ultramarines of minimized scales as exhalations release
Them into emotional states of misguided attempts of icy humanistic
Redundancies, removed in blurred lines of intended plans in subjective
Realities that echo and rebound nonsensical formations of evidences
Made up by matters of solidities inside paranoid fueled conjectures;
Forcing us to question what is real and what isn’t.


Harbored Ports

Buoys float on blue-green brine
In flares of flaking chicory reds
On alloys of rusted parts
As chains act as anchors nearby
Harbored ports, littered with
Boats along the coast.

Oils discolour with toxicity
As its poisons fill up gills
Of the poor little fishies
In delirious quantities
In noxious dreary knolls.

Booms contain whilst skimmers collect;
Missing forgotten ambiguities
Of misconceptions in disbelief.

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.

Searching

Icy iris’ drawn
In ball pointed pens
In the blues of knowing.
Azure spite filled eyes
Filed in failed attempts
Of how my feet barely
Lifted off the unkempt,
Of how I kept rolling in
This same narrow lament.

Accusations that freeze and burn
When what I wanted was
To be free to run.
These watchful eyes, they burden
And forcefully surge; I swell. Feebly feeling
My make-believe golden wings warping,
Bending from the slightest bit of pressure
As they tell me how I had promised
Those naive fickle numbers.

I know what I said.

But while these eyes,
They bite and blister,
I know that I need them.

Otherwise
I’d stop

-Sabs-