Arrested in the shifting of worlds
Barreling distance furiously
From an corporate utopian apathy
The beauty of glass panes'
Their partial reflections
Reiterating the vanity of monotony
Jittering to the last light
And caving in the swell
Pressing the juices of our burgeoning
Day in day out pressing further an internalization of machination... the
evening groaning in our alighted eyes and the sensuality an atrophy of our
discussion... a lingering distillation... and burning reluctantly for the
tongues of saturated being to tingle the eclipse of nerves in the wake of
capitalistic distance...
Even into the deeper reaches of provocative enunciation the residue of our
dry linguistic pinches as a rosethorn... marking the contraction of our veins
like the many rivers of thought forgotten on the passing airs of focus... the
contingencies of artistic nuance revoked in the nurture of consistency...
All the very best... an externalized contingency of good faith in fortunes
born to internal drums... the rhythm of sexuality comprised in the strain of
sunken eyes always reaching through the feckless drift of night for the dear
enlightening of dawn... a stark sobriety that the sun will rise again and again
no matter thy passing on.
We must externalize the psychologizing internalization in the repossesion
of our age to stave the lack and pair a trace of our becoming... the wrinkles
of an afterthought condensed in the relief of a moment... a disbursement of our
residual hesitations to the growth of our adornments... breathe light in need
and we must fade until the morning of a sleeping revolution... the sun forever
circling...
Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com
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