but then, the words and silence come in infinite shades of varying pertinence

 
words…  
 
 
[of your  
diabolical mind reveals..  
ironically  
from your so hard inert silence  
held like a lighted virtue  
shaming virtue  
 
leave infallible clues  
as your turf breaks  
 
just few words now  
from your skindeep  
disturbances  
 
unleash your colours  
to the unfiltered  
daylights]  
 
 
….didn’t make any song this time  
 
 
 
questions?  
hah.  really  
 
how shame you pose them to me  
after all your shrugging stunts  
 
take this now.  
had drowned them  
in a remote abyss  
imperceptible  
to such tight pursed  
oothecal minds  
 
 
I traverse  
the dreamt farther gateways  
feel their intricate engravings  
in my calmly pooling fingers  
rolled over as timbre strings  
with closed butterfly eyes  
of tiny birthing pulsations  
in curious smiled arcs  
 
 
I walk through the mazes  
of innumerable sanctums  
glimpses therein  
at its guarded mouth-  
a soul in intimate acquaintance- of mine?  
half-staling or is it half-healing?  
being run over in vastly mingling  
shades of black and white  
 
 
I remember..  
had lost my skins- the  
slithering scales  
in fluidic reptilian moves  
of a feverish alluvial dance  
over the stern ribcage’s  
rebellious amphitheatre  
 
no hissing desires are heard  
as the lastly tearing layers  
shed off  
to the ears’ gushing waterfalls    
 
formlessness gathers  
to a flaming eye  
 
burns your dense cover  
 
in overlapped pleats  
swirling in scents and shadows  
of devious musk in ploys  
 
 
the oracle resonates  
with thundering uproars
and an eventual downpour