Attempts to vary exemplary notations
Requires compensation to rebuild edifices
From the fabrics of foundations.
Astute attention to hidden structures
Of the other’s fundamentals of perception
Which can only be procured through
The passing of time in confessions
Made accidentally; vaguely or distinctly;
Focusing on points made from occident to orient,
Keeping tabs on distortions and moments of sagacity;
Replacing porcelain pillars for metal beams
Carrying materials required to flip a scheme,
While the holder of the toppling monument
Finds blissful escape in preconceived rubrics.
While there is value
For memory, determination, patience,
For proficiency, exploration, and experience,
Trying to completely rebuild landmarks
Carefully built from a life being lived
Does not equate to time, effort, or energy well spent.
Reviews of the day;
Monologues that used to
Consist of willed
Remembrances of words
That would fall from these lips;
The baseless formation
Unsettling feelings of
Off putting ruminations
As the loss of desire
To be envisioned
Is ordained to
The swirling abyss
In the ability to recollect
To determine perceptions
As every past
Slickly escapes me;
Unable to mold
A single word.
Just the rhythm
Just the sound
Reeling on turntables
Of her powdery voice.
Cautiously noting the mind’s receding ebb,
Drawn tides start to analyse what could be baryonic
Baryogenesis. Nearly tangible composite matter, a
Caustic reminder of how mind controlled fingers left me daunted.
Entreaties written in order to salvage my newfound motif,
Envelope me in irrefutable mysterious nebulaic puff.
Extended exposure or optical filters inspire
Extricated colours of nuanced diaphora,
Commonly referred to as love. As descended
Euphoric waves disdainfully entertain the beguiled.
Seraphs glide down from capes
In the forefront of our vision
As auburn violet hues
Paint the background.
Floating, soaring, rising
In slow motion,
Wings rise and fall,
They swirl and flatter
They goad us
With their perfumed hair;
Scents that taint
The purified oxygen.
Their sun ray smiles
That wash over
Sparkle and twinkle
Within the reluctant,
“Play hide and seek with us.”
Lasciviously they laugh;
Sounds the heavens
Rhythmic honeyed voices
Thump in tympanic chambers
Actually, they’re everywhere,
On every god forsaken landscape,
In every sphere of the spectrum air.
Sentence them to purgatory
Or to eternal damnation.
From the rest of us;
Those with weak wills,
Who misplace our wits
Into pits of lava.
I can reason
That it was never about me;
That she was me, her, and him, and them;
The thoughts that would slither and writhe
Deep inside the dark infinite expanse
Demonically apparating, flitting, in and out
Leaving particle trails of excrements
Laying waste in synaptic data encasement;
But I wanted it to be.
That was in some other life,
Some other utopian dream,
I created in efforts to keep,
This fantasy fiction that fate
Unfolded in front of me.
She would say it better
She was better with words
If she really wanted to make a connection
She could have reached out and grabbed
The trembling hand I had extended.
But she didn’t.
Of her cold lifeless body