ache two<->way it                         [actuate]

                                                                

i hate me when it comes to you



the way
unintentional picopauses
of your universal blinks
invisibly fall
somewhere near-directional of my nation
blowing me off my self-containment tents
in a maddening swirl

derivations
from our delusional matrices
dissect as fireflies of your tantric fullmoon

aches for an impossible sun from night's dreamflares
spinning daytime dares me in 'refresh' merger-dramatics
as i catch a slight sight of your dark alchemy clouds
i get an inkling relay link from thereon  
enter easy your dismal stillheaven
wherein
search floating traceabilities
of my cold condensates
hanging on your undated canvas
I flow concentric upon myself
from signature hints

and there's this neverending loop
until fullmoon haunts again



now that tendencies release
I see your silent sly smile

you actuate me
before anything

better secretly hate yourself for tactical catalytics
but that's less severe than my obvious documental case

mastervictim of a victimvictim

who's who here
don't guess now
until the game is on

you name it
dubiousmoon
deviantsun
dustlust
deathlove

but atleast its forever