"Abstract Arches"

Out of a realm in some auriferous sky
beyond thoughts beckoning, impossibilities of my . . .
Made up animations . . . animating subsistence
Fluttering amid further, while furthering the distant distance

Here . . . hear how me my soul shivers, and a Spirit heir airs
An enhanced accent assenting to e’er
I unravel an unreal, unreeled by injection
like the feel feel insertions of serried perceptions

Exposing sees . . . the one’s never quite seized
I’m in another express
Addressing the undressed, baring bearing’s unsown
Going with the flow I’m all on my own!

For no one impression just daubs in the daub
The idea of it all paints paintings on walls!
With unseen colors . . . it lets me, I am!
I draw . . . I gleam, I’m set, set free on the lam!

A Vorse is a Vorse, even, of course will be coarse
Bristled with distinction
I followed the tracks in a stupor through cracks
Up aisles of isles of wiles and back!

With shoed feet in feat . . . my will spanned in knacks
I hung out on a limb to nick the abstract
This golden arcade that arched my existence
Appeared in a wight's rite, right of the essence

Braiding braids through my heart, in ribband exacts
Nee bending here where no sinner’s rove lacks
In aught, I just ought, and in wrest, I am resting
I wade for the wading, In sane, I’m abrading

I get caught in this seine
let lucid escape . . . rising up to that ghat that rases the bane
With a stoned quean of Queens, and a King that was thronged
Who reigns with reins, rapping wrappings of wrongs?

Babbling brooks of my breath, tempt my unmeaning’s so quenched
Thirsty at best, a swallow’s down nests . . . so Blessed!
So, sow real the far-reaching and dig out deep-seats of reasoning . . . leach from cering!
Wake up! . . . seams seem like their peeling!

Sing songs unstayed
Your schematic Creator 's way, weighs!
Representational truth lives life all aloof
abducted obtusely with no context in use

Come, walk with me in a Netherworld of the untamed
In an array . . . a ray, directing life force of day
Defining humanness under the surface of consciousness
insinuates no assailable boundaries in this world of incompetence

Stirring, stir the pot of our ingrained imaginations
In an aesthetic spawning stew for improver rations
Culminate now, with all your smears and yore splotches
Reach for apprizing . . . a mad organism watches!

. . . In my unpredictable
In the here. . . In you. . .
in our,

Abstract Arches. . .






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