I Prefer Not To.
her words give birth
to songbirds
arranged in strange striations
and when they call
all the heavens
start to fall as wintry feathers
into the mercy
of an erstwhile whisper
from pursed lips
pricked with petaline pigments
immersed
in otherworldly waves
she bathes the light
triumphant
without her semblance
all is but for naught
to doubt her tenor
fate should heed to falter not
for it is she alone
who shall usher in the dawn
auspicious
each thought, a breath
of restless air
daring to breach realms consequent
separating sound
from silence
bound by ego’s blight
and sleights inferred
surrounding every word
that wanders
out of sight
out of mind
and wayward hope
for rote concurrence
to know the sun
as one
through undulance
of torrid rapt
sinuous striations
will bathe the faceless faith
in blazing pools of light’s decay
to sway into the soiree
where we swore
dying embrace
to flee
the serpent’s tongue of twain
ascending rungs
to dire reunion
volatile like titian rain
could pierce the earthen aegis
the exigence of genesis rages
this blissed assimilation
drips salted seas of sweltering cries
when comes the day
where open paths show broken sky
falling asunder
into the sun
with breathless freedom
and purpose found
of all notions deemed outlandish
it seems the credence in our own emotivity
worn upon sleeves of sloe
bereaves its own existence
like a pestilent disease
whence indoctrination grasps virgin mind
malleable and vitiable
to vitriol of vicious avail
vanquishing our most vital faculty
of perspicacity in the periods most poignant
for psychological development
during the flash of formative
efficaciousness so crucial
for the fostering of bonds
not bound by affectations
nor forged by fear of failure’s wrath
through the ever waning window
of erstwhile potential
suspending our biological propensity for sapience
spiraling into speciesism
and sexism based disparities
of such expansive proportion
as to encompass every aspect
of our species
spurring spurious peroration
proposed by patriarchal pathologies
of impudent poise
i’m having a false memory about a dream i once had in which we all existed inside of a forgotten pocket of time that had folded in upon itself and transmuted into a vibrational frequency of such dynamic harmonic resonance that encompassed the entirety of all things both quantum and cosmic on a spectrum of infinite looping which so enraptured our corporeal coils in an ensconcing of such esoteric acquiescence that we instantaneously interspersed into the essence of our absence in transcendence to placid dimensions of eminence and omnipresent consciousness that spanned the heavens far beyond the liquid crystal windows through which we present ourselves as denizens in varied states of indiscretion vetting the significance of cognizance amid existence venting to avail our failings falling from our fleshy prisons vying to compose a comprehensive version of our vision through the vices implemented to prevent the avaricious evils that have sequestrated every living soul inside of silent isles of self-exile meanwhile their wastrel lusting spurns our precious chance to dance with freedom compromising all that we had ever grasped into an astral dust then scattered shattering the poignancy that once we stood to gain but rather than forgo the ego they would sooner let go of the reigns whence they had commandeered in vain through poisoning the coursing veins of mother nature with disdain and disregard imparted by their phantom hearts of darkness drowning in disreputable logic marred by hyperbolic deviants colluding with the devil deftly orchestrating devolution of every amalgamation made up of the molecules that rule our only known subsistence in this distant form that undulates between the egress of our fated path from womb to tomb to aftermath whose ingress we are left to guess in ponderance of great distress so dauntingly ubiquitous the impetus of our bequest
ego
ergo I
forgo
grief afferent
from florid faces
fraught
with frigidity
found
in reflection
pontificating
on ploys
to placate
validity’s degradation
these words are as paper dragons
set aflame in the minds of my enemies
should they ever choose to notice
what wrath they would feel
but the winds of chant carry no weight
and wait for none who spurn the hour
and so the depths of forests felled
again shall fall on deaf ears ringing
a faltering state of mind
calls this pittance to arms
the paltriest paradigm
of pandering charms
defaulting to circumstance
chants ruing the day
in vaults of indignance
locked deftly away
a vacuous feeling
since stolen from god
that once seemed appealing
now dolent and odd
beyond every precipice
where lost time stands still
and thoughts of our sins escape
from cells of spent will
but dare never to look back
lest our sanity fall
from blight into blackness
confined to mute walls
constructed of naught but
our lies and laments
in reveries e’er fraught
with heaven’s repent
two in the morning
the hour of unmooring
and sordid self-sanctified litanies of lament
a restless contortion condemned
to weak flesh
And pensive delusions
of dreams death and somnolence
vying for conquest compliant
in courtship of heaven’s duress
with static distortion
the cries since impending
have rendered the dawn sempiternally unsound
as whispers she once left
to toil within
the tempest eye
where the star’s
lonesome hearts dwell
on waves of her lips
wisps of wistful prose
haunting perception
felled cowardice kisses
transmuted
adrift between boundaries
of bold indecision
dare told by none
writhing long
in scorching depths
arriving at naught
but poise fraught with a bold thought
to win the morn
a toll was then taken
far greater than fate
inundating our soul
hopelessly conforming to our cognitive contrivances
in clandestine displays displacing confluence of ideas
imbued upon incumbents of internalized inferences
incessantly impugning the perceptions deemed as real
in paltry portions pacifying, passively portrayed
for purposes supposing sempiternity simplistic
as space which occupies the oppositional array
presumed as dispositions predisposed to false depictions
encrypted by the cruxes of dysfunctions which pervade
with predilection fixed on flights of bold dissociation
disparities defining our delusions and dismay
that separate our fates from our accountability
to fortify the mechanisms meant to mend the breaching
where pieces preaching solipsism seep into our mind
from failing to reach out into extrinsic realms surrounding
if found would then invoke such visions previously veiled
availing of an evolution poised with lucid aplomb
permitting us to own the implications of our wrath
imparted to our conscience, conscientiousness most sound
that we might better understand all aspects of existence
with balance from auspicious valence, hope might then compound
Max, or Not 
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