| Written: NOV 9, 2003 |
Lying here when the thorns renew,
Space less, floating near weightless askew.
Breathing breathless ice snakes for air,
Withering just beneath, devoid of all care.
Fingertips denting the lucid envelope,
Totality of freedom so small in scope.
Harboring animosities at this hollow form forlorn,
Lashing out at mind, for unknowing it was born.
Moonlight spills into eyes as my will it begets,
A desperate call to rich soil laced with invertebrates.
Pinioned to the shallow liquid smooth innocent bed,
With parapets glamorous curving up above my head.
Too many tears withheld, perforate cheeks with salt,
Caustic ambivalence suspending us here, wholly my fault.
A pleasant nothingness akin to fairy's wings,
A drip drop sonnet of pressure to me it sings.
As the oblivious stars invert to blame my visions heretical,
Through the black forest of imperfectness, looking skeptical.
And though I’ve felt the tang of waters sorrow set me free;
Will it, in all it’s laughing indifference too have known of me.
