oxen arrows

crystalline lattice.
shelter us from the weather.
from spheres isolate,
stationed in obscurity.
oh, sodium, vision lost.

ex animo:

oh, lately, i've been sleeping for days at a time,
walking asleep and fading into one another.
contrast contorts into color,
without the words or their voices.
there is an earth name for this...
a cadenced swarm of timeless light and faceless shadow.
imagination's honest wonders lift us out from waking slumber.

an approach to the origin

leave me be, i'm trying to feel. it's like breathing underwater. no, i'm not drowning, bleaching out my eyes. buried by the symphony, swallowed by greed. seven poison arrows, thrusting right through me. attacking the heart while the brain chokes the lungs. not from combustion or missing the mark, stamp out the lantern that sets our clocks in time. sail with the circles that stretch into white-blue light. now we will witness life.

take their guns and burn their books

dissociated. paperdolls contrasting each other more brightly than day against night. la lámpara se vuelta así. so mocking and slurred was the dual tone of your voice, so potent the fears in your heart. no, i wouldn't drown in that sea of self-loathing for anything, for eternity was lost to your void. the fool even knew you had perished. you stopped yourself short of resuscitation. arrhythmia now, lose the will to create. reject the vibration that shakes life into mind. all eyes ever so far from awake.

slumber is subject

so anxious you can't keep from shaking. try waking yourself from seizure. haze, opaque, drowns the thoughts you dream. energy aching and welling in my eyes. i find peace in quanta. out from elysium i am returned.

kaleidoscope mind

vortex, before me, opened up the path towards the light. shifting my thinking into mathematical function. surely tearing at the seams of their box. lifting out the nails from my coffin. uttered not was a single word amidst a flood of discussion. a user, tapped into the net, calling out from the hailstorms. save us... save us a way to return...

waiting for poseidon

choose the time it takes to get here. here, i am. there, you are, but never were. stone carves the hope into your cross. never a balance between the gravity of the world, and the magnetic glow of life; respiration. an inverted mind sees beyond the spectrum into a limitless now that is the light. the truth and the forever of infinite center. everlasting infernal logarithms. there, you are, but never were. here, i am, will always be...