spawning

the span of
time framed crookedly in the mirror diluting the

integrity.


of trees

here in the city of dust and languages softly spoken igniting
the neonic hue of verbose embrace

stand in front of the iridescence playing sharades with the stardust.wishings
trickling
down the face of your eyelash kisses

scratching
like cactus needles upon the window frame
hung crookedly upon the canvas of

your name.

is an echo

out here in the desert
wisdom is parachuting herself into the marrow of my bones
dancing her endearing ten.step intrusion
opening the rawness of confusion and peeling it back
exposing the juxtaposition of (my) mind
s p l i t
in the hemisphere of over.imposed solutions and
reticence
raining lightening upon the tinfoiled elaboration
of circumstance

and dream.

unfolding themselves beneath my feet


i find myself
caught in a spiderweb of static
that i have spun
entangled in the veins of

everyone

smiling in the
the catastrophic
stipulations
imposed and created

danced with

dance with


it all


in the origami of reality


it is what it is

on point
on the bridge
on the brink
upon the knife.edge ledge
of a million and one storied building
laced back around to the ground of the period hung
at the begining of the sentence just begun,
hanging off of the tongue
you
stuck inside my mouth coalescing with
the sentence i
never meant to say
speaking
but always wanted to
talking stardust
that falls upon and

touches

you


in the eyelash dream

i love the


calamity

still


i leave that space

for vacancy

and vacating...


as i drop like rain

trickling


and flying...

into more of

me,
what i see


which in essence means






you too








drop the dust


and taste


the rhythm...





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