Wednesday Water Therapy
i am aflame weighted organically atomically as my myriad self molecules and muons human reality is likened to algal blooms fronds on a lake to be accurate surely this isn't a poem *
i am aflame weighted organically atomically as my myriad self molecules and muons human reality is likened to algal blooms fronds on a lake to be accurate surely this isn't a poem *
my rooms were always filled with roses my lovers knew exactly how i took my tea and thus it was my life flowed by while i penned others' dreams *
like chameleons
cloaked from sight in waning sun
oligarchs bend leaves
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those clouds those swift indifferent rushing clouds did they record that bygone name imprint it in raindrops brush its syllables up mountains over oceans to wander with the winds of time does his dying breath still linger in my air those clouds those silent roaring clouds *
overtures from undertow oblique and blank requesting they rend my spirit ragged here and long for linen dressing *
i am sending signals though nothing as grotesque as styling smiles i am bending the universe hear ye heed my wanton whispered will this spell is read come rest your head then drink of me your fill *
i'm trying not to laugh at us they're crying softly dead and cackling yet again these leaves are falling sunken doorways winter stalling my eyes are picked from sleeping heads i'm on both sides sometimes i'm dead it's lying to us truth is a slashing river truth as a dreaming caterpillar and life is maybe plus *