I Prefer Not To.
once
i walked
a lone procession
in the blossoming
wake of a cherry
bloom daydream
lost
in thought
as threnodies
cried peals
of Zeus’wrath
helpless
in a gaze
transfixed
counting down
each drowning
footstep
tread upon
tremulant flesh
yet shone anew
as our minds
fell behind
racing hearts
failing
to bridge
the frigid waters
on that day
when i long held
truth
as the subtle sky
absconded
with your song
whatever
i have known
in thought
through observation
has trickled
through the
hollow holes
that hearken
solstice winds
in shapes
and sounds
from profound
to mundane
demanding
their address
effortlessly
spent
like pleasantries
appeasing
pastime purpose
presently
with serpent’s tongue
through absent blessings
fed to flames
then cleft in twain
on the overhung edge
of our sanity
dissimulated
we ride
this boundless wave
from crest
to crash
in chaos
crushing shrieks
and drowning cries
echoes
in the undertow
through waters
of an unknown quest
sinuating circumstances
tend this surface tension
tenuously
as each action
scatters sentences
in capillary sequences
of curious inconsequence
where quantum rifts
soon shift to cosmic
drifting upon caustic wake
it is in that squallish whisper
when the hands of fate uplift us
sifting through our sins
in graceless cringing
and grimaced chagrin
gravity turns inverse
severing us
from our sanctimonious symbols
and sacred trivialities
we once revered
with fierce resolve
our lives revolved
provincially
with every round
all soon found
to have been
profundity’s antithesis
arriving at the genesis
of cyclical rebound
reborn and disavowed
in distant visions
of the now
plastic melts
like sugared air
and time conforms
to nothing
songs persist
through voices shared
with context
ever shifting
if only
you could walk beside me
on these planes
of swallowed hope
placid seas
would then return us
sadly
this will never be
To LIVE
is to have
the TRUTH
of one’s individual
PERSONAL
experience
perpetually
INVALIDATED
by the WORLD
around you
with special
EMPHASIS
on those
who ARE poised
to KNOW
YOU best
silence ever
bleeds eternal
on such
darkened eves
huddled
in the farthest
reach
of hidden
memories
barren conscience
lies below
where
shallow whispers
breathe
brandishing
the burdens
buried ‘neath
a bed of leaves
once
shone verdant
in their glory
now tinged
with decay
tucked
in scattered layers
singed
in tattered
disarray
everything
that mattered
faded
in a distant scene
drifting
into nonexistent
narratives
serene
pages bare
the words
unspoken
waging wars
unseen
wading
in the erstwhile
waters
wrought
with misery
edging
ever closer
to the air
which will grant
my final breath
until then
i am
wedged
between this
untold boulder
and life
unfolding
somewhere
along this wayward
path
i lost
the sum
of you
in broken
buttons
crumpled
papers
whispers
faintly
promised
to reflections
we once
bared
scattered
over trails
capricious
memories
thread precious
pleas
plotting
their escape
like petty fools
from plighted faith
parched
from implore
upending
thoughts
would mark
the path
that led me
to your vested
heart
when vagrants
sought
the stars
and charted
the descending
hours
of our last
reverie
rapt
in such despair
’til all
that i could
see
were driftless
streaks
of blackness
stripped
amid
the grip
of shame
unearthed
where flashing
shades
of pompeii
stayed
in grim dispart
impressed
upon
the distant
sky
estranged
a world
apart
Pensively, with pen in hand
I seek to speak this heart’s demand
In verses vetting no avail
Dispersed through endless paper trails
The flames of amorous subdue
Proclaimed in clamor since imbrued
In rumination brewing long
From luminescent springtide song
Frustrations thrust upon this mind
Soon turn to dust all in due time
As lost laments gather to die
‘Til one day come a weather eye
In search of words to mend the wound
Unearths the tome that tends this tomb
These tales eternal then retold
In vales of vernal life once known
For all things past must yet return
As falling glass from stardust spurned
in days of dust
and clouded haze
sing silent whispers
amid resignation
where muted martyrs
beckon forth
a call to arms
at arm’s length, lost
dull, broken banter
obscuring cries
as empty bottles
fill out our fears
skies loom strewed
with vacant signs
to feed the void
of eyes so vain
the passive ardor
adorning glass
peers through our window
in blighted light
a hand lay cold
on shoulder spurned
fixed in the moment
without flinching
when dusk came sweeping
the people waned
a brief importance
then saw me home
Max, or Not 
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