haunting mausoleums of a struck-over castaway past, in an irredeemable burial for best

 
 
 
rinsing~ sunglare irises  
illumine as miniature~ bubbling  
suns of a sinless innocence  
in multiplying- the stardust  
in Brownian swims..  
 
they effortlessly  
run past the speeding  
'highways' abuzz.. roads- neither  
in signs of a slowing down patience  
nor in boldening splash of even  
a slightly hearty tinge of  
any inborne artistry...  
 
mere an endless black edifice  
of a rolling flat open~ declarative  
monotony of paid carriages  
to stuffed~ cabin destinations    
of numbered cells & tight  
appointments of constant  
(control) times...  
 
 
but this time.. it's  
a divine bird in the freefalling ..  
an unshackling higher ride to  
the precipice of a freshly atop  
breathing pure.. an Everest  
summit in the  
calling magic..  
 
patchy corner eyes (feel  
shrilly chilly flowy pierce from  
the involuntarily springing in  
oozy~ lengthening blotty threads  
of a teary epical verse in an almost  
evaporative glassy~ glisten spread  
of an indelibly chaotic a molten~  
metallic wet~ dry merging  
undifferenced riot...  
 
that) in each  
whipping swish up & down  
blink, sings in kaleidoscopic  
blooms- a wheeling melange  
of emotional whirring pitches  
-in dominant stormy tones  
of an unsaid melancholy..  
 
 
yes. it was over.  
 
that dreaded space & the ghosted self  
once in grippy possession of this vulnerable  
vessel & channeling in bodied~ mind  
 
that which tirelessly in beastly bouts  
of a beating atorn severed flesh hung up like  
holed innumerous & fading anaemic  
pathetically streetclad fashionable  
denim.. weighing down from    
a bearing tumultuous raging animal  
mind of hypnosis from inner ghoul  
hungering blown to monstrous  
sky high killer appetites in the  
dangerous unleashing  .. that  
 
was simply just beyond self..  
 
 
as eyes drink in the chimney smokiness  
of lonely highway tea shops in steamy cups  
.. the butterflying curiosity of a regenerate mind  
in the unaware healing & in an awakening to teas..  
 
perhaps is in a rocketing traverse  
of lightyears ahead..now.. this dewly~  
newly now in the making.. that  
 
feels the approaching warmth & familiar  
airs of a nostalgic nativeness in envelope  
 
 
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