I Prefer Not To.
how i reach in wretched vain
from pits of inadequate compensation
vanishing fast from false perspective
where infinity reigns as hope eternal
iridescent blooms aligning neatly
drape skyward walls internalized
pin pricks draw forth vacant breath
from home, to house, to emptiness
our illusory existence shall set adrift
so hear these words but soon forget
these harbingers of pilfered wit
as paltry as our impermanence
moments pass
without discretion
woolen tangerine yet blares
framed
as though it were alone
as i
when every tear
touched paper
those rising redwoods stand
aloft
stark in contrast
bark to flesh
an old friend’s triumph
over fallen redwood
ever forefront
his eyes still speak
to me
this day
subtle dreams
were left between
to foster love
less nuanced
even i cannot recall
in light
of geometric wrest
frozen
into false creation
stories cast upon
recall
life once ventured
beyond
the vague demise
captured
by synthetic eyes
of ghostly senses
Desiccation upon glass heart
Hastily sprawling splinters
Streaking sullen surface
Spoils unearthed to whet the weary
Wilting as waters wage war
Washing the rue of the ravaged
Succumbing, this savage breast recoils
Deep into the soil of surrender
Layered, tenderly to mend
Slitting sights on set horizons
Errands nestle in nocturne’s numbing
Known fool to lair retreats
Viewed through shades of discontent
Comes unrelenting lack of reticence
Ambivalence wracks the senses
Folding inward blackened wreath
Reaching long to breach the onset
Blade unsheathed to greet its hour
Heaven’s heights elude embedding
Subdued by sights shed
Red with bloodlet blighting
Brought to light, beset to dimmer
Sink or swim on wavering whims
Begin anew the steadied sting
Barren as the blinded eye
of mind that would foresee such stars
Marred by ceremonious compliance
under the ruby
speckled tree
hours passed
as our past
spilled out before us
random shapes
saw growth
unravel
as strange
as what we have become
soaked in sun-drawn salted dew
so few
I had come to know
softened smiles
would crumble walls
as tall as mountains
exiled
in forgotten flesh
that forged anew
toward the crimson dawn
in sacred solitude
we held forever
ever knowing
nothing more
than love’s gentle cradling
kissed by a fallen gem
now stained
the hues of human
sacrifice
every loss we suffered
shone through
this crooked canvas
as covert cries
wisdom watching
as we wept
vivid breaths
that stilled the air
in wintry wafts
of stolen strength
this lengthy load
now turns languid
revered red rose
plucked perfection
silken sheen of sworn silphium
passion implied through echoed glances
sparking bursts amid darkness reborn
gaze into ephemeral beauty
bathe now in the sweet aroma
ardently drink of its naked nectar
meandering through the copious crevices
the coming onset of the scarab horde persists
as breaths of dormant decay allay the boatman
reaping what was smote, in amorous embalming
witness the wanton wilting of lilting languish
spill unto the fetid fragrance freed
silence seeds the silt that striates solemnly
in semblances of stranded sky dust blanched
await the reunion of remnants restructured
Visions flourished with age
Cradled palette mirroring life
Unbound by consciousness
Subjective grandeur
In subconscious expanse
Ere I knew naught but this monochromatic cell
Though once I dwelled
In untold triumph
Freedom seldom deemed
Leaves absent; revealing lament
In reverie descending
Totality’s truth abiding
Fragile fruit bears mind
Vying for validation
Amid Eternity hastened
To taste infinity alone
wafting ripples edging inward
when the sky had reached conclusion
treading long in earnest failing
foot sworn fate at rocky stream bed
spark embedded moment’s passing
left to right; in captive caption
trails grow cold and starburst shattered
at what great lengths do we now surface
only to return our silence
i stood watch for you; draped in new moon clashing
as all the wind found its resolve
once i held a heart, compelling
fervent wells of fleeting flight
desert stars would swallow words
as hours sifted through the glass
wandered through the glacial meadows
dwarfed by redwoods reaching sun
that they might alight with flames
to usher in the dawn’s refrain
stood on salted shores that stored
the startings of a siren’s song
longing for the shadow’s shifting
solitude of duties wrought
in those days of passioned plight
sights set on the looming bend
tender tears had soaked my shoulder
fallen from her anguished mien
unabashed pleas of pining
crashing into crumbling rock
placid waters, motion lacking
listless as the last long kiss
still, i would walk in those steps
till time should breach the black horizon
in a realm where forms are free
from frivolously guarded guise
how we stand and face this void
belies the eyes that felled my truth
quelled by thoughts of quietus
we cycle as the sun and moon
Max, or Not 
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