Tussle, cambered-ache progression in lofted explosion, twlilighting sweetly scales in brass triumph over the
smiles, the delinquent faces, catapulting it's heartspin across seas of starved bleached sameness, writ & corpuscle,
minnowing.
Tranquil, shades of longing, of the adverse calamities
imploding themselves into perfumed mist and first words, climaxing perfection messily into landscapes of tears,
sweet love raining stars across the
nameless.
Torment, alone with every mirror ashore oceanless
ripping at tarnished seams, taught in tongues of scarlet sunlit red drowning supple-ribbed scream-paint,
forming endless golems of shinyfaced
godreflections.
Taper, darkening ages in limbo, read about only
in books, serenading the bespectacled alongside
murmuring statuary bereft of any true name,
dances in honor of memories, grind to a shadow,
a ghost atop Olympus,
harrowing.
Tussle, delimbed and repulsed, awaiting extinction's
mighty chorus, a breath of oblivion beyond mandate,
a rush of faces, and final tumult of mindful ease,
a rich complete fullness, writ and corpuscle,
transcending.