Sustenance/The Fujiwhara Effect

Sustenance    
   
Your footprints leave    
indentations of hope,    
   
across the desolate    
wilderness of many umbra's,    
   
a single feather    
I carry from departed    
harmonies of better days,    
   
through this valley    
of intrepid solo    
I leave particles    
of myself captured    
in exhalation suspended,    
   
epically in what    
if moments    
I wait for epoch,    
   
to proclaim    
its presence,    
   
hesitated      
unfolding,    
   
invigorate this    
stagnant branch of    
recycled holograms,    
   
broken chances    
of fading glints    
lantern of half cell,    
   
searching for    
absolute blithe,    
   
only chi can    
enhance wholeness,    
   
centered stillness    
of innocuous pith,    
   
illuminating inner    
universe of alpha    
omega derivatives,    
   
chaotic control    
of silence's warpath,    
   
instilling wise serenity    
from prefixed intervals,    
   
placated to dimming lights    
in coincidental encounters,    
   
soothdropper I be    
same as your clairvoyance,    
   
see inside the under    
over the essence    
of sideways glances,    
   
burning into    
the fabric of    
vise versa existence    
most alive between    
eye rested blinks.  
   
The Fujiwhara Effect    
   
Until I arose    
from flight    
I was never down,    
   
just hunched    
and stumped,    
   
from that body    
in the trunk    
of juxtaposition,    
   
lingering ice palace    
melts in a freezer    
of phosphorous,    
   
photosynthesized    
in your equilibrium    
of resistance,    
   
casting grey    
greetings    
towards fleeting    
hello's,    
   
isosceles climax    
resting in a crevice    
of cantankerous calamities,    
   
boisterous access to    
the realm of silence,    
   
screaming into the    
arterial nebula    
of celibate entities,    
   
procure your own    
blip in the pulse,    
   
pause the cosmos with    
synoptical incisions    
of thought,    
   
freeze comets    
to drop like napalm    
clusters of beauty,    
   
enhancing greater gain    
of legerdemain    
through internal    
gentrification,    
   
as I unfold the    
rift to rest,    
   
in the vast    
blanket of eternity.    
 
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