autumn damsel hope

fresh red dripping

night scent and sounds abound

out in open air

dreaming

saw the fat pale cactus kick out sharp thorns of horror

as if to hide the succulent sweet beneath

soft foil against magenta coil bud beckoning lips to taste

tender meat bloom

swoon against olive dimpled smooth of day beginning ripening death

the end of leaves stretch toward sun's end in blinding burst of beauty

quickly gold gives way to burnt orange desire that crackles a snap quick curtail

toward heavy everyday brown

ground down disintegrated dust of must having throttled living out

amongst the street stones scorched by the searing days undone

but one hope left, that to see the binding of memory;

shell of crisp wisp autumn apple air firmly planted

meraviglioso il mare

Could it be, fate

takes again, promised breath

swelling birth jabs at late tide

awash with black weed tangle

I could not tell of

the great lap angle swell

clutching the shells and stones

want of solid's surface

bleed salt break liquid

on velvet shore pouring

the luxury of smooth

sooth topping inclined

could

stunned plunge into wake

of possible near sending

ending lunge of every

hopeful hope

could it be such

that at near arrival

departure is

bientôt

Non

let it not be so

as though I did not hear you

did not know

as yesterday

awakening

pure strength of

place in the sun

Veritable

need

seeks

moment

assured

un-undone

valved voice

Whitman's wind

shaded trees that lift

soaring over fed

by deep filtered other

sought inception

culling presupposes

in unique twain

searching

upon meeting

by slight tipped

whisper words only

every

grazing in soft

flooded could

coming slowly

into oblivion

verdad

I have seen it all

and I really don't care

for water is water

no matter how you share

and I really don't want to have

a shiny bright new known

for the evident actual

is truly quite best of show

if you see me hanging

in the waft of everywhere

the act is the cause of

I really don't care

I eat the streaming of

the chance of savoir faire

and if you ask me, well

I really don't care

as mine sends the throat

toward the plume of dire stare

the throttle of quarks thrust

is something far from everywhere

Bjork spoke best of

the bright spark everywhere

unknown in the thoughts of

vapid cackle unaware

dreaming

weary

very bereft of

left of sentiment

hurried to solid

and poured into the air

I stare at screen

in the event of

happening

and so

to continue toward

I sunk beneath the surface wash, where layers quickly shift

carpet of green summoning summits rise as eager we further up the face of high blinding blue deep distance beyond what the eye can see, traveling on up over peak upon peak tweaks the deep blue distance glean - I hear the thought of green grappling vine toward sun sending growth unknowing form -> until, stills the mind

I search find of, in water's inviting cool

blue blues swirl on the surface of wet engaging changing places of light as it reaches across, I dive in under spent liquid and heavy embraces me envelopes me engulfing me

placating me with soft lift, skimming the surface eyes closed feeling close to nothing but liquid as it holds me, floating

violet spreads the curtain of sky above tree lines soft edge, and I throttle mind soaring into stretch of hungers humming softly coming from lavenders hush push of velvet licked light,

twilight dream, haven made warm and hopeful

reach toward dark indigo soaring reclining wrapped in mystery's flood,

tandem wants tied

to blind the wake of day

conviction

well

words fill

better the scratches and spills;

marks that make

thoughts to convey

touch space spawning loss

and love

growth

sowing inward hidden

until bursts the ground below

blow blue to green

stretching for hope of

sun

if it be the seed's fate

waits late to open

then so much more

the accumulating

of patience