obsidian gull
The patient, the cool, the calculated
teetering down, pouring into me
an excruciating molten rum
of intoxicating criticism.
Steamy spirals fume
a million eyes
cyclonic and confused
clustered up and focused down
swirl and sear through my minds-eye.
Disconnected, distant
the coherence separates
skewered in the chaotic flame
of who I aim to be.
Strolling upon an evening
amidst a murdered backdrop of stars
these steely eyed arachnids
splash and warp
into abyssal ecstasy
of who I aim to be.
Now all 8 limbs climb K2
encumbered by the grapple, slip and fumble
through the meaning,
the reason, pressing through
insurmountable expectations
of who I aim to be.
There's a wild eyed
wonder and bemusement
in the hallucinated image of those
who would cast the burden
of opposition before me.
Now this reinvented experimentation,
this double slit freakshow
broken upon the back
of these elephants
I'm now forced to devour.
Stuck in the prismatic intersection,
a lightshow that cuts through
the cavernous whimsy, a raucous rave
of the sullen and bemused.
Cast like glass refracted
through this void of light,
unmade, undone...
bereft of sanity,
spinning through a faltering ember
upon the twilight gleaming.
Lost inside these spaces of who I was
falling apart and into place
piece by piece,
of who I aim to be.
dense relic
fierce pike
copper hemlock