Contemplations on ranges
open source codes
in sheets of gray —
volumes of enigmas
in prose and poetry
I am a language within language
my own connotations
felt like acid
like alkaline
drips of sun on moon lake
if there were figures of questions
and gig-rigged answers or good ones
what am I do?
that's a society for you
little by little
the surface erodes
and flesh finds flesh
in a subtle explosion
little by little
ash turns ray
like day becomes night
and night is sophisticated clay
passion needs perimeters
and love needs lines
gasping for space
in a century's claustrophobic display
wide open cages
versatile solids
air meets equation
and heart changes destinations. ▬
Axis Tilted
the depths of mitosis
grabbing into existence
my spirit cajoles, commands to steer
into monstrosity, into harmony
I am jaded, mingled like crayons
performing in a little stage
an oasis on wide volume
mirth is ambivalent
mirth is honest
and births of reminiscence handles the soul
touch of rogue, touch of laughter
blood bathed in a bridges of soft-rigidity|
and such skeletons that ape flesh
skeletons that bore flesh
in the midst of an open desert
sands don't only bury
eyes do too . ▬
Blush Monochrome
blood into funnel gray
meshed like wire weaving
into a channel of communication
we are strangers
might have opposites
but basics are basics
anyway
the steel grip of sound
the whipping floor of the tongue
lashing into bubbles of clouded crowded space
our intimates guarded, our patterns permissable
the endings and beginnings exposed
to be assimilated to middles
and chronology melds randomology
as we are human roots of a robust, electric machine. ▬