eh. there it is...
(no title)
white ocean mists filming a scrim my hand passes through.
two planes soft & bottomless -
the ever-thinning shaft of blue now a sliver, now a memory.
until we rise again.
the soft ceiling dissipating into cyan.
my resolve hits and becomes stone.
immovable still transparent.
it must remain.
a ripple.
white foamy tide, some wisp of a 30,000 foot wave not breaking.
the surface i fall through, my mind.
carry my heart above give me the blue the spy in that gold haze blinding me.
a dark green spot the shape of everything everywhere my eyes search.
what's below is churning all on the path to my home...
but for that streak in the distance a comet of mere human proportions but a comet all the same & i'll take it.
what is this landscape now.
the soft sea has passed.
full of canyons & crevices.
a place for me to hide.
the buoy to hold me afloat.
an eternity i can see.
the reflection of which i cannot touch.
1 & a half hours
(into the morning)
the light outside
so clear it cuts
my sight
meandering thoughts
stick on nothing
in particular
but a door some
random objects
displaced in the light
dreams in anime
waking mind
still soft
1 & a half hours
the morning
a question mark lost
in a red plastic song
(no title)
never wipe red off the blade
the execution of words in
my head thrashes to flight
of the angry bumble bees and
a brash trumpet solo
today is a low flying object
a cartoon while
the sun gets high slicing
the blue battle cry
screaming morning
synapses a warrior
woman army waging war
on my weak blood
(no title)
what madness is this
that closes a fist
on the fleeting serenity
the glare of the screen
smirks at me
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