from, a lighthouse in wilderness

[dead man]

it's

rain-forestation. ancient oaks and leathery palms
virgin rose who spreads her petals at dawn. the scent of a song.
microcosmic soldiers labor steadily onward
to build a temple for her graciousness, her heavenly conquerer
desert mirage. let your defenses dissolve, eyes wide open afar
squint hard at the horizon til your focus is sharp
a gentle lap of waves to serenade our boats at the harbor
coats of armor, chains of iron and goblets of lager
we drink around the fire and go to war for our fathers
bloodlust thrones in his honor. but we're still children at heart
kids at the park. sitting next to trees and picking the bark
light reveals our troubles but we're scared of the dark
its what tears me apart. whats causes others to bond
don't tell me it's okay. don't leave me. something is wrong
another sip of the flask .. i know her. she's a thing of the past
i saw her in a snow-globe down on Michigan Ave
behind that glass she was everything i missed in a class
inspiration, innovation, most instinctual.
a flash card of indivisible math, queen without a kingdom to crash
may our children crawl as emperors the second they hatch
earth will quiver at their feet. Pangaea fissure, collapse
flesh a masterful arrangement of it's liquid and gas
feel it licking your hands. fire is wise, it quickly advances
stop to smell the sap bubble as it catches the branches....
deforestation. the matchstick. dragonflies and arachnids
analyze the acumen, mastermind or a savage
strategizing, the strategist. i live to observe
diagnostic referral book when symptoms occur
distanced the world, looked close, and with a vague satisfaction
committed words to paper scrolls like Plato in Athens
watched it burn. flame, disaster - another page in the chapter
i never asked why. never prayed for an answer
gray matter stretch like jungle webs extending across
impression and cause. ancient oaks and leathery palms
memory, thought - cliffside beside the evergreen moss
waiting for the man in black to shepherd me off it
lady in the window. please, remember me often
as you pace around your newly-single bedroom apartment
reap the harvest. psych unit, human vegetable garden
dream and laugh and perish. nothing but intention and carbon
manifests the manifold and skeletal frame
most conceptual constraints include resistance to change
so change, stop resisting. it's a seminal age
our structure needs a nobleman and peasant the same
rotting in a tavern like the Western decay. wrecked for a day
drink gin and puke blood upon a relative's grave
burn it down. let it breathe, let us treasure the peace
we've received. watch the coastline as the water recedes..





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