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Obscured Sediment In Dawn’s Exile

Shrouded by luminous quilt
In stolen hour of desert gloaming
Brash and bright as life would have us
Intertwined, we courted darkness

Stark was all that ruled our world
As we rued the daylight squander
Loathsome aurous sphere that seared
A porcelain demure transfixed

Etched embrace on umber shore
Neath peering Peridot mystique
We breached the siren’s song
Through passive glances temporal

Felled, you held this coiled carapace
Quelling wrath with vitreous hand
Hapless, I would soon succumb
Shunning lucid truth in youth

All that would bear consequence
Flourished in the fiery depths
Every moment flushed with fervent
Passions, sating flesh

The corridor of riparian quenching
Drenched, adrift the wayward isle
Once flowed freely of our wefting
Now as listless as its mooring

Obscured sediment in dawn’s exile

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Temporality 

Time is not moulded clay
Meant to cradle impermanence
It moves with freedom
Minds cannot discern
We tread upon its trails, intrepid
Trivialities of atrophying form
Availed of all that falls before us
Envisioned of our own volition
Bound by realm of rusted blood
Etched in scrawling strewn askew
Washed away as whitened waves
Scorching scant displays of squalor
Songs of stringed structure lull
Swallowed by such forces fervent
Fraught with thoughts of relevance
And promised flights of light anew

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To Exist

Chaotic echoes linger from distant realms
All that has existed in this patch of land
Exists now in the absence of time

In between every extreme contained within the spectrum
Moments thought to diminish, yet languish in the void
Intangible essences endlessly spiral inward

All progression remains relative to the mind
Molded by our perception’s indoctrination we stumble onward
In futility we grasp at pieces we no longer see

Time is the abstract mechanism that diminishes all
Helpless are we to protest its insistence
Haplessly deconstructing the construct of existence

All that is at once is as good as naught
Fraught with fantasies of infinite repetition of consciousness
But particles disperse and coalesce without prejudice

Through visions evolving, dissolving with precision
We ponder with purpose what the surface conceals
Revealing only that which we can comprehend

Bound by our own paltry perspectives
The perpetual plight of reflective introspection
Through inflections of or intrinsic inability

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O Muse Sublime

o muse of trembling ardor
perched upon what precipice
wax adoring or abhorring
beauteous capricious wisp
beckon thoughts to naught surrender
fleeting free fall fraught with flame
solace in reckless abandon
consequence of hazard aim
intervals hail flippant airs
qualms aloof and proof left scorned
paradox of quine requiem
to what behest dost now adorn

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The Silence of a Moment’s Touch

sun kissed flecks in ochre hue
trickling trails of wistful trod
pouring out as florid scents sail
yawning canopy doused clover

flailing gales of ghostly whispers
mantle muting raveled mind
fan the flames of dwindled kindling
webs spun framing frivolities

the silence of a moment’s touch
would ground torrential skies eternal
weeping brume imbruing marrow
warping whence was hale anew

hollow hands churn notions restless
spilling forth the levees breach
tormenting transposed to parchment
wrapped like sheaves round bounded roots

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Amid the Ruin

Spoken thoughts of sullen silt
Ramble down the wayward trail
Guided by an unseen force
To an ending time prevails
Every tale of glistened hinting
Leaping forth our truth afire
Wasted flesh as wilted flowers
Dangle from our stemmed repute
Parting ways as days conclude
In brooding now bereft of boon
Gone are all the songs of now
Lost amid the toilsome tune
Beauteous as once I knew
Blanketed in blissful skies
Bride of comfort draped in clouds
Wielding words that whispered wise
The hour has since come and gone
Left behind, these hearts now truant
Rumination, restlessness
And rhyme remain amid the ruin
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Emptied Unto Arms of Clay

verity as thought forsaken
lingers long in clouds of lead
twisting spires of wrought contortion
sown distortion courting dread

shedding hours spread like reddened
ire devours descending rope
mooring of our own portending
fastened to facades of hope

torn asylum trickles onward
all the equid etched terrain
hobbled oath inflecting inward
emptied unto arms of clay

adulating spurs complacent
erubescent indigence
abrogating fate’s insistence
airing anthropomorphic

affectation errs evincing
mocking amorous proclaim
sacred bond absconds as mincing
silencing the heart’s refrain

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Fiery Heaps of Discontent

our natural state is co-existence
arriving, all in perfect form
from that day, we learn to distance
taught by self-appointed norm
time-honored dishonoring
through indoctrination learned
tethered by these ancient moorings
solitude of bridges burned
manmade isles of ire and loathing
fiery heaps of discontent
slowly yielding, never knowing
boundless love for which we’re meant
subtle cues, environment
as mechanisms meant for coping
affected on our countenance
now give rise to interloping
with external arbitrary
attributes to draw the distance
truth remains a cautionary
tale that suffers sung in silence

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Waxing Erstwhile

wandering wearily
through warped wood
a wintry wasteland whitened
watching with weather eye
the wonder of the wild
where weeping willows waver
in twin whorled waters

wistfully wrung writings
weaved on weary walls
wrought with writhing woes
so wont to ride the wind
in wishful wafts of whimsy

as weakened worth
bestows waning warrant
we wallow in our willful ways
waxing erstwhile

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Sowing Song Eternal

shadows may ever revolve
fixed on incandescent lure
etching vale upon this visage
mending rent flesh acumen

seasons set to solitude
may shed like threads abuzz with youth
once wont to squander
banded by kindred tune

tangibly transcending realms
filaments familially forged
harmony as resonant
as fulgurant bellow strikes anew

in those ebbing hours tumult
tones educing distant stages
tempering in tides of triumph
coalescing quests of truth

this cage of wrapped diminish
travels onward tethered still
harbored by amity’s repose
sowing song eternal

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