Escapen dream
state
Having thawed last
month’s song, I am reforming.
The instances of
my soul on my knees.
The still crouched
orientation is bearing extra external views for the limited- and then there’s
mine, unlimited, undone.
A compromise of
gravity in dispute of force.
The decision; the
pursuit of which direction lays the uncomfortable, the partnership of dormant
will. Mindful stealth?
I’m a lodger of
temporary locality, determined by current temperament and a lumpy equilibrium,
trying to make raid assault on lost composure trying to conjure some nonsense
to tempt.
I have a lonely
body. No missionary or unsafe tussling.
I will fight
horizontal and empathize with the farthest current waters sources.
While we pry, we
pray, we dive.
Looking for others
who drown whole, fragile, erect immobile.
The truth; we are
boneless, gay, we are superfluous and innocent, we lie to ourselves, taint
ourselves wholesome - the lies of fables.
Yet
Take me by my
image, the image that evokes. Take me of a place we can find commonplace, that
resonates to both our reflections, I do not know who you are, but now I am
finding myself within you.
I am with you, yet
I belong to the world.
I greet the
tempestuous the unaligned and call home to pastures that currently cease to awake
the bashful statures of stars above.
The world rejoices
and asks, who can I ask if I am recognizable or to question the state of my
manifestation?
Unless I am a
temporary moment of memory, I necessitate domestication to retain rogue reverie
and find tessellated desolation, always alone always together.
It all seems
knotted.
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