stagnant rivers smell black

 
Waiting for the breakthrough moments
bearing suffocation from knots over each pore
that digs more and more heavy in the passing
drowning into the stagnant humours beneath
sending off their nuclear hopes
as shallow kites tearing in aimless flights

I gaze upon you
suddenly emerging from the faroff corners
You are at manic pace arousing freshness airs
Turning eyes behind
to throw a glance, and perhaps a wink
And, its infectious liveliness
catches up well within

Comprehending your course
is not an easy picture
for you seem to pierce through
the chaotic haze in suspension
hiding bleeds from warring thorns  
Clotty patches stitch as shields
on your unyielding sandalwood chest

Catalytic figments
you gently set in
ignites wingless words in motion
As you run in your boundaries
distancing
like a descending miniscule star
Alternating rays of whitishyellows and bluishreds
spins out vigorous
Until darkness
That which are the motherly molecules
Of dusts, stars
The rebirth