Claustrophobic

She tells to tell
an unbroken spell
oozes secrets like shoots
too voracious to quell

Her tome from bind
unload the spine
from dead-weight sediment
of compound rime

So shoots and roots
burn through her boots
to sink her further
an earthen-wear suit.

The soil untouched
her words some-suched
She forgot to let it flow
So bearing no fruits,
inward she grows.

Trees have no free time

A lull of the times poses particles pacified
A lull in the folds fills with feeling of fair
Easy tides, Easy growth, Easy tunes, Easy pastimes
To grow dimensionless onward, and shrink from feel.
Break from the role
Slowing your soul
listen in whole


Forego the fall in the forward
While away, whittling what we have left
Take to tell, but Turn the tale of it later
No one knows the new from the next next
Sip on the sun.
Run full undone.
Be done.


Lace a loop round capital buildings
Wipe the gripes that grow in the grass there
Sting the stains of greed and pestilence too
Sell your cables for a candle at bedtime
Sit by the night
Sit through alright
Hold tight

Headless

Feeble, under steeple
he listens to his people

Stable, like a fable,
He holds them encabled

Overripe, on a pike,
His people take a hike

Now to the country o'er
Build one up, and lower

Reapers seeking token,
Headless body: broken.

Hestial

I wish that, outside my window,
it were not the moon,
but a merry Hestia
Wrought of soul and flame,
one with your familiar voice,
and your enamorous name

Give me pleasure to see her now,
after still refrain in hazy white
and terror-flashes that breed there
Give breeze to me,
From the hair-furnished furnace,
soaked in savory glow of care.

I'll take her,
That one so rare
as to make my accompaniment a pair.
So I wait silently cursing a careless moon,
and shunning lights presence like highnoon
Eyes embraced to stare.

For at a time unknown,
the cold catch of light will leave,
and filling place, the most gentle gardian
with the warmest fire to feed.

On The reminiscence of accumulation

The waves of want and wit

Depraved and fit

Shift away to make time all lit

So gazing I sit

In spite of it.

Thank you gorgeous sun

for what's done

the soul of the whole run

It's been a whirl

But now there's this girl

A tumbleweed, all furled

Sewn with ebony curls

And I rather think it's fun

Thinking she's the only one.

Stage

On a stage
Green wood
Splintered
Unfinished
The passive precenium
Morning and evening
in skyward procession

My mother: My sun
My shades: My escape
My queries: complete
My aswers: Infinite

She takes me in hand
she sheaves us together
Each point of focus
She reminds me
Of unfinished
the stage
Unrooted
Unlit

"Who will it be
This man before me"
"man?"
my hand sank
All through sand
and the coarser
Closer
Foster
Fester
Fold
I grow old.

Prep

I took steps to prepare
outside.
out there.
I took steps with a torch
slow moving.
dark porch.
I took steps through the pain
wading.
Insane.
I stepped until I came to you
You were unprepared.
You needed more too.

Gust

Moonshine blows from the west

laying all in ashen dress.

ashing coals surge there with zest

playing the room in contest.

Outlining light makes walls everthin

'Tween realms of real and realms within.

Ghost creatures call through the dim

a gusting chill blows through again.

All that time

All the time
the beauty costs a dime
What a whine
It cost us a dime
and all this time

Run away and lose it again
Run away and lose it like a grain of sand
Soak up the fey;
let's run away

All that work
The greatest feeling of torque
What a fork
Play open and easy
or play to the cork

Write away the rosaries
Write away the pain pressure of seas
Soak up the fey
Let's run right away.

All that time
Thrown to touch divine
Babel baked a rabble
now we've rabble aligned.
For the time