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Tuesday, August 13, 2019


 
Tangles
Rectangles
Newfangled angles
Every dangling corner
Each triangle I'm turning
Every new cosine day
Concentric functioning
A yearning sun burning
A ratio of conversion
Fission infused with blistering rays
Eccentric plays harmony on that inferno door
Telling infernal time has come
Keeping rocking rhyme
Chords of devotion before eccentrics done
Frying tree electric shocks
Free flying septic crocks
Tea tree peptic mops
Free frying electric shocks
Fluttering helpless to a trying fluid floor
Buttery silky eccentricity
Concentric time has flown
Old sentries grown bold like gentry
Ornate bent behaviour
One more old saviour to betray
Splayed oblate upon a silver tray
First shivering cold nights
Icy second blows delivered
Thirdsight beyond Merlin's door
Shimmering pairs of Kestrel and other birds
Exotic plumage in shameless prime
Airy moon walks and star talks
Navigating through all that nipping bramble
Conning past creeping vine
Owls tripping on poetry and other lonely bird calls
Sipping on divine songs from the torrid past
Recalling precious gripping moments
Each favoured carpel and firm foot fall
Disguised by some flipping hermit shroud
Flippant skies blur those corn snow memories
Ripping those crowded winter trails
Proud wailing and other icy comments
A hailing comet came whizzing by
Stopping only to sizzle and knock again
Heaven only knows if it's fizzle or shine
Signs and all that vain rocking again
Sine qua non and other essential vines
Can anything ever remain the same?
Sometimes mocking tears find me
Deep rocking sorrow blinds me
Talking about dreams that can never come
Stalking misshapen promises framing tomorrow
Trusting love won't balk
Abandon the changing sun
So I lust for life and range with howling wolves
Strange hungering under every turgid moon
Languishing over segmented rainbows
Extremities once whole become halved
Figments foretell of distorted shows
Wells of nothing Will dug too soon
Pigments and balms and blessed herbal salve
Taking me back to unsolved mysteries
Remarkable ancient beebalm history
Resolving breakfast with fruit and pancakes
Mixing syrup with those midnight memories
Scrambling eggs when growling love looks the other way
Betrayed love burned and buried in lonely cemeteries
Entrenched then incinerated
Braving swayed eccentricity
Haunting wretched love
Fetched by crushing passion
Daunted by passionate electricity
Divine love currently streaming
Gleaming wearing some other fashion
Towards fusion and a hushed eclectic shore
Flushed by existent moonlight
No doubt fused by midnight
I rightly sleep alone
Bereft of physics and crushing love
Hushed I desist and dream
Roam with equations and chemistry
Knowing resistant love left me defeated
Persistently retreated from my deflated home
Now simply nothing more insistent to give
Crimped by token atonement
Cramped by  crushing consignment
Fauns with broken hearts
Strewn muse lame and lost
A myriad of roaming sunspots
Scattered across a dimpled forest floor
All that lost and dappled love
Mysterious parts crissed and crossed
Far below that perfect forest sphere
No more pine pollen fears or blossom tears
Rare patina beneath every ziggurat's regent core
Peaceful distant reckoning
Eden stands insistent and beckoning
Abreast of a landmark shore





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