Waiting for dimethyltryptamine release
The bronze edges
Of Bronx rivers’ night
Erasing into ledges of
Contemplating accidental death
Like any other in even
Haloed summer violence
Allowing the silence to become
(Unfettered/unfiltered)
In just expression
Déjà vu oppressed
Rendezvous incorporate viscosity
Where thy imagination hath off to?
Fallen dull in the breakers’
White noise thy subjectivity
Having given eclipse to boredom
And o where thy monotony to rest?
And on what penitent in mortem?Dream recursive
Tower of image ’midst the toy city
A posh inspiration
Stained red déjà vu arrangement
This very moment
All its concordance
Its vale of (holy other/tout autre)
Mary without the veil
We’ve never understood truth
For ’tis not real
It falls beneath us
Lebewohl
To burn in the lightning void
Of bureaucratic space
Insanity to be as such
And when the fetish is hung?
Misnomered ideo topography
Rainwashing frames of reference
As lovers’ contracts
Cannot be made material
This has been learned
And the ground comes rushing forth
(Adrenaline/dimethyltryptamine)
Farewell noose farewell
Wash (silence/sill)
Through the inner turmoil
And to swell to hydroplaneAnd in the morning curtsy
Do shave of nights once fore
And only then in passing
Save a word to save the soul
For at bashful touch of eyes
Rudely ruffled on come
Some ties in social lieu
So staving off the urgent
Symmetry as lest some cordial
Greetings do crush it too
And so come on ineffable etiquette
A vast distance ideo proximate
To sooth
As silence is so close
At seven stories high
Elevated planes of cognizance
Waltz a fade to tangoed touch
To hesitate emotion
Impeccable neutrality
Now drawn unto itself
Does see its cordial glass
It shatters in the melodrama
Breathes a posh relief
A lightly suited aura
And some sifting beaut to reap
So fleshing self to wisp in cordials
And how true to warmly sleepDespite the metaphor’s reality
It’s all encompassing vision
It is impossible to extrapolate as such
As wicker strings fly to candle flames
Hushed in breath of forced laughter
Knives clanging to the floor
The weight of all the real
In prison cell estate
The iron cold infest
In violent (downpour/downfall)
We usher of our fears
Beneath the sickle crimson aura
We the schizophrenic
Seeing all as one
Ineffably she listens
And doesn’t say a word
In all the words hath said
Of morte rain ’n coat
’N scaffolding so bright remembrance
Fluorescent alabaster
An albatross of sharp incessant weight
We crawl along the river
Friendship testing fate
And o a free woman
She shatters all the concentrate
She pensions all the reprobate ideas
The justificatory insights
And we wait for all her leave
Yes we wait for all of her to leave
So that we can see her thoughts
Yes we
A friendship distant wroughtSome days it is a beautiful day to die
But must say thee will not die today
But will flight for other days as this to come
And mending the abyss
What sheen doth cling to vaulted night
Veils shouldered as harpies’ screeches
Rhapsoding the fight
To memories so poignant
Doth escape the calculus
And saved
Rendezvous la verdad
Sometimes look in directions not understood
Snowdrift snakes in streets of brush’
Enamel repetitioned hollow lifeline
On times’ moment stretched infinite
Through economic heartbeat
Sweet freedom in demand of obscurity
Encased in distance
Just a breath away
(Absence/incessant departure in reservation)
Hath avoided of decay
In abstraction’ derivative experience
Crescent moon enclosing the flame
Burning the candles wickered both endsIntrepid without wings
Rather sunken eyes
Though lashes shimmer
The dark circles beneath
The dark pasión of tango to two
To eyes to eyes
To trust the furies or insane
(Allure/à leur)
There is no call
To think
To posture principle
To think of reaping past agreements
All its worth
Hollow arrogancia
And follows a hollow soul
Incapable of grasping truth
Its open wings at the tip of nose
Folding folding either noose
Easy death to ride the whims
Of airs too dark to fold
Caressing brackish glass stems
In the bittersweet remnants
Of winters’ chapless coals
I want a child to save me
As all I see is darkness
That not a soul can see
And for this I fear the worst
Will to be is crucified to mystery
A farce to ruse crepuscular
The will to choose
Will to choose
There is no goodbye
Only (morrow/marrow)
And I believe in all the lonesome
Save for knowing what it is
To (except/accept) the cold
And in the blackest night
I feel I’ve lost my breath
Yet this only emotion to unfold
And what to fear?
Snakes make lies of everything
Intelligencia merely an overcoming of the soul
To mark endear
Merlot merlot I love the red so thick
Its material interior
Though late to dreaming
Sunshine speckled fountains ascend
Deep longing to nature in tabula
Less rasa technologie
The immaterial flame
We must reap the ashes
That the feminine ghosts of passions
Are struggling to see
With eyes begging not to hear
The truths that might deliver thee