Effervescent unguents indoctrinate inordinate
Oftentimes the wonder of this all astounds with simplicity, all the
Insane elementalists exclaiming antithetical
Order conjoined by a single number divisible by zero with no
equations symbolizing the intense nature of
probabability of an errant response of an answer to all urgent, earnest
nothingness exponentially misspill please don’t
hopes of seeking a whisper of yet another question to come unbidden
cry because your revision burns and stings and
unasked, just who is it who asks? Which voice of whatever ghost
sings of the sweet loss of tomorrows yesterdays
in my mind chooses to rant about the fall of dusk and the shifting
reverberate with the acuity of torrents
of the winds of change small change at that accumulated in the dusty
of a migraine crashing vicious surf breaking
pockets of time, whisper me the smell of the hot, dry desert on an early
bad against the occipital ridges of full-frontal
summer night as the red sun sinks slow, fix me with the same green
density in absentia the heart grows fonder of this
flash of intent as the sun chooses the horizon so far out at sea in a
sweetest pastime of obfuscation and alliteration
phenomenon so rarely observed that it fosters legends. Please don’t
abbreviating the obligatory rituals of casually upended
point at the triple rainbow wishing to share your awe, or speak of the
overarching concerns cited by authorities to
Beauty of my babies. I know it is not of our base belief in our nature,
vilify there errant mongrels that bay at nights
But I wish them to be demon-free, with promise and incidence and a
silvery moon sentinel in the starlit sky filled up
Radiance peculiar to those who are god-touched. Half-cracked and a
like a bowl of argent cherries spilled out across an
Little crazed from the gentle awakening touch of his fingertip on your
ebony black tablecloth of dark matter waving final
Forehead – surely this insight will be with me always aware and answering
potentiality back to the mirror of the maker of
In the obviousness of grace. But there are days that I sleep the day away
the multiverse is speaking the sweet language
And notice not a single breath or question a single thought or thinker.
of love to you, whispering sweet everythings into
I am the multiverses in all their glories – I contain decadence and splendor
your virginal ears, fine and elegant, graced with
Enthalpy and entropy. Dry winds and leaky pens, resistant finger
cascades of diamond shooting stars streaked
prints that push the cognizant trails of ink away from my purpose
with ardent fire arcing out against the splendid
The least and most of which is to love you so greatly that I come to
sky so full of destiny and mysterious
Realize just who it is that loves. There is no why. It is all that
pathways to wildly probable destinies interwoven
There is here. Only the love of what unfolds in our divine presence
with orbits and intricacies unknown by the
What we mistake for actions and reasons in the passage of time and
hearts of those that dwell in the strict confines
Our reality streaming past the steady windows of our magnetic
of time after time entrapped by retractable beliefs
Chosen perception, our vision and chiming revisions of each and
intractable to those who choose to close
Every belief in each and every moment we think a gift in our time
any number of options gifted to our kindred.
