brokered with the future
invert the entropy of time
in a parallel worlds theory
we can’t know the relationship
between consciousness and
multiple realities
the universe abusing your eyes
let the accessible ideal explain the mystery without the banks
time becomes stretching, soft
for infinite names separated by substance, vary the crises
not even shadow can inform these facts
was there silence and stars endowed with the same faculties
the night being present clairvoyance which found just little things like
all proportions of the body point to a lost gulf
they captured an echo from your eyes and this delicate monster
dear loneliness
explore its depths to further perspective
what seems impertinent feels important
the lines of her divine beauty seemed foreign
action without consideration animates centuries
she returned her cynical instruments
throughtheages
clears the impossible elegant facts
that perpetual prejudice captivity, always sterile
alone important voices test redemption
worthy admiration for you sometimes interrupted
dear loneliness
this body’s untranslatable climax is a subtle agent
an immediately joyful phenomenon yet the physical remains
their found electricity gave cushion and a shining return
a reasonable hesitation but the key mechanism remained
the energy escaped our bodies despite our attempts to stifle
it
became rare ghosts
we are
new
to
mourning
could hardly fail in a moment of secret folly
the perfumes of oil divine illusions
told of the bitter caresses
and knows the shadows and lightning
will receive you dreamer with beautiful loneliness
it was a deformity that they could not forget in the land of make believe
there are many examples of the female voice
all eyes were fixed to the end of wire objects arranged
you lit the fire to account for such immortally beings
without illusions of good
those alabaster hearts were lost underground
between the legs just below the night
almost an unfortunate passion
how we are saddened in love
on the tender spot
let them remind you again
not for
anything
otherthanfollowingthe
lipssweet
opium
they are endowed
with
gems
the perfect movements
remember their mouth
almost without them
like corks have cordial mutual agreements
an inanimate masterpiece produces modest thinkers
through the night
before sleep the ocean will take their companion with
great
delicacy
the wind it rises the inconsolable forever
and
understands
the power and hope in its thousand inflections which
cannot
stand
beside the mountains
november 8, 2019
there was a redhead on the blue line, that reminded me of you, the other day. but, then i remembered that you were a strawberry blonde. sometimes i think i can hear your voice in the harmonies. but i know that isn’t quite accurate. i don’t really know what to say anymore.
deconstructing dreams 