An Address

The weight of severance
[both Real and Unreal]
Flattens the place of our standing.
It is like quicksand – with a hand ascribed to holding
On
To something actual,
Natural & maybe human.
We don’t die… in fact, we live:
Evolve & learn to S
W…
I... M
in this world of
Our Creation:
[Bestowed. Deliberated. Carefully watched Upon.]
Some sporadic evenings, we brush fingertips
[Cursorily]
& then lose
ALL points . of reference .

Metamorphosis

Rebirth requires such metamorphosis
It can’t be experienced through
Exterior vision:

Neither my glance nor my age
Could you define
With change:

& in the world of metamorphosis,
Bones are not of same
Caliber:

Intermediary brew:
Linking countless dimensions:
It’s hidden…

Why the Explanation Carries No Weight

Rocket fire flashes
In the focus of proposed excess:
Not much to regret unless it shocks you.

I am restless & disruptive to the privilege of your company;
The entertainment would act lightheartedly but
The shadows couldn’t help but be mischievous by temperament.

Elfin insubordination & their raster-ized shrill
Are occasionally my preferred muses:
Radical bards I forfeit to, in order to star in their epic myth.

Play the hero. Play the villain.
Be dressed in costume for the wiles of insanity
& never have to contemplate a demarcation of existence.

The reflection in the mirror never preached,
My shell still liquefies itself within its sleep,
& name, I never could, more than a pseudonym for this time.

If comprehension makes it hard for you,
Do what I do when I think of it:
Become a crystal’s eye & ricochet the infinite colors.