even

Trou de mémoire

Hole of memory

Blackout fog of

Necessary

What to say

Will make hell go away

Clearly not, and thoughts are

Ever wary

Widening high

Deep in plume

Of evidenciary

to be clear

water falls up toward critical mass

of cracked open hope

that fulfills folly's cause

I do not bleed sweat petals of demure

I do not feign vague unaware

I do not pretend to think that I am

what I am not

I hold no schemes of intent

I have clasped the blush of youth

and already released, blessed

I watch now, observant as ever

no flickering hesitation mine...and yet

to dream

consider

Dustings of

Quickenings come

Wrapped ready

Like the tightly woven

Tissues of

Interior

I bleed throb

Ever ready and

Harkening

To the pace

Of great point

Purpose

Of man

His thoughts are not mine

His ways are not mine

Ever ready

Quick to shift

Focus never settled

But soft

Of the day

Tendance coincides

Bereft of competivity

And stoic

Endeavoring love

to the battle

ah there you are

hello

shall I offer you a

slice

"Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it. Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it."

Matthew 7:13-14

beyond

watching owls of night that trickle with faulty reason I see vast stretches of their torturous nooses left hanging in the garden of red's delicacies * there are many stretched afflicted by the bidding of the omer hollow closer every reaching toward beyond * vacant shattered ever hampered by the sudden drumming coming leaving horror in the wake of velvet storm * slights the petal ever gentle clasped upon the breath of shadow's open form * clocks a spinning watchers listening trouble mounting on the edge * waiting quiet who's to barter for the plunge of soul's last dredge

pas de touche

Of feeble black ash

smoke of nothing but

the fire of hell's unbridled

fury against the fallen

There is no water

for the weary there

only a slice of pain

open salt wound

Fresh lush recesses

of lovely promised

grace faith flourishes

amongst the heathen's race

You will not

affect for

protection is

in the land

near

at hand

reciprocity

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meows simple cynicism

cyn·i·cism (s n -s z m). n. 1. An attitude of scornful or jaded negativity, especially a general distrust of the integrity or professed motives of others:

others lack love, sad

others lack time, self-inflicted

others lack wit, dimmed

triangle creates shape that 2 lines cannot

singular line stretches infinitely

curve causes tears at such beauty

she was beyond

circle broken by recognition of

tragedy

heavenly

ah, how to proceed

break of day dawning

causes new light

filtering, still in the land

of the free