Friday, February 17, 2012

In Dreams, Bound by Affection

For Denise.

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The world for the reduction of the peace of mind
inflation desires waking in midst of phlegm
arbitrary clock cycles move a piece to entomb
when faced with the consequences of farming, shit, dust, and digestion
one walks with a gait denoting behavior
then judged by their opal-eyed mugshots staring into flash
in corridors she revels and reveals herself to the hands
from where it came dark wishes flow into cavern solicitations
where archetypes approach the upended, undermined, uprooted with gaudy lustful eyes
watch as speaking patterns cause angry retorts because they want to keep their prize

when thought metathesizes into arbitrary conclaves
when life springs forth from your ink to form essence
when conscious hours turn into days or hours panning in image for an image
when words spew from in between nightless hours awaken by the anxiety of dizzy consciousness
when listening to the songs that spark ideas, enlighten neurons, and speaks to facticity

You dream of dreary light-posts throwing oneself into the world
For utter digestion of self, being species being to outside boxes
In late night chatter speeches of alcohol, odd dreams of accumulation
The will rises above, howling at the crescent to stark, stoic, seriousness

hands like a spinning loom, object formation of webbed designs
hands that hold the world between brush and cutting bringing truths
hands move to chest gasping from delight of my words
hands at the utter disruption caresses the body with permanent markings
hands that comfort the soul, holding the body, giving pleasure
hands that consume, create, catechizes the coordinates of flow

you think in ways glorifying bloom of harvests and perseverance
you drink from the glass, to ephemeral delight in chatter, talk, dance, living to celebratory desires
you dance in dreams, frightened, but you still awaken to endless dreams
you live in consciousness to strut and flail at the eyes of beasts
you fight to stave off the demons and egos in days next door
you carry a weight so heavy; a weight I desire to take from you and carry

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