(Light Lingers Last)

Light lingers last,
lasciviously licking it's lips,
smacking throws, piercing eye,
finicky frothing forward, trailing
behind desertion. Lusterless,
the laws and traditions mean
nothing to the reverted.
Free wind for trial and error.


Reality elevates it's timing,
rising giants strident in a jungle of machines.
Hand held rush through hallowed halls reading
palms of the Masters.
Click-clack-tiles sing of
higher methods and legends, escape hatch
adventure into wonderland.


Expressionism exhales sentiment.
Snap-trap moments to
plasticize potential and
rectify righteous reasoning.
Flicker under ticker tape parades,
fortress in magical forest,
fast for words, and
breathless in mind.


Wind rush race to the finish,
flying fear first into
headlong heights.
Inclination to entrust Icarus,
to seek sky,
to blink and to fly.

(Jump.)

Little indiscretions echo
across the valleys

that separate our points of view.

The proof is in the pudding

and the milk has been left out far too long
.

Wings spread wide with a run and a jump to

soar

yet stumbling blocks trip and tear, thrashing me to the surface just shy of spectacular segue to solid ground.


Forte found in fornicated praise.
The search for everything begins and ends in the middle of nowhere, stark sterile no-mans land devoid of identity.

Tunnel // Migration

The tunnel runs forward ahead of us and I wonder where my sun is? Is She out there. Will I ever break back into Her wash? And then-She is there. Steady and objective. All the white cars like doves fly with us on this road, fanciful flight towards migratory grounds.


Forward frozen
Hesitant time stamp.
Collapsing into environment
Re-rooting.