Sunday, May 25, 2014

i was born in the spaces
who laugh and rejoice

hearing drums marching
inevitable, unavoidable
my desk is no refuge

bright walls w/o escape
and I surmise
and could care less

prophets mingle again
and seals are broken
i know it is how you know

you couldn't be other
than the future self
encased replaying memory
in the way most real

the presence of sensation
diminished in favor of
angles incoming
data thoughta

these are periods years
when you go away
back and forth
infinitely imperceptibly
without struggle

saints stoic sitting
a stream transparent
a colored key
asia minor

be in g