Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Tango de la Materia, No. 53

To lick thy lips

In the midst of a puff

So sound

Inhalation of a cherry dusk

A dusky red

In evening condense

My awareness to silence

As things tend cling

Only the lightest touch

Kisses to the sunrise

Skating rivers’ image

In epic breath streaming

The battery (večer/vector infinity)

Distant ease of craned interest

And still skating by the concept

Vicarious assimilation of life

Lingering ephemeral

Thine eyes reflect my self obsession

My awkward silent hues

A forced epitome for structures’ sake

Evoked in concept ghosts of dreams

Shrieking underground

And losing sense of delineated time

To abandon (her/sense/time)

Is the commission of suicide

I’ve no reason to believe

But enjoy the life of night

Its ringing

And ringing

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