ReRites (We drift in the abyss) [July 2017]

Oh come eschewed! Olde tears, Champions Writhed Near Mastery Eating Time as if the One that answered Time, Extracted the angry Sun, Midwinter ~ + ~ In the rough cottage (floating in the frailties of the lone continuance) grimacing tossed coy metaphorical crazy death wonderingly repents Waiting Is Tolerance Now I made my children to dawn, Thorny trunkless unpleasant and then that again--again lost name Word yeh ultra Chapelle, chorale Flecks of them -- even flowers The script Tangled in seeking catacombs, in stem joists of receding machines. This myself generation. The rising gate Wet in the asphalt outside. Hugging a Hunch The dead man whispered saying he could ~ + ~ We drift in the abyss. Choose only beauty. World of metaphor and mind. Not the first blame that wrathful house, the sum of spigot, the cove of tawny hair eating the blades of guns as they melt. Broken-Winged among the pelt of pleasure, mused to the body’s deepest span, I accept its same; I take some privilege flowers eaten by hopes in all their torment ~ + ~ In the morning of morning, an old home trudged into deep Ages till it reached oases. who needs to be everywhere ~ + ~ Patterns, dreams. Post-hypnotic milky. Ocean, Faith. Cynics fringing the dusky doze of hearts. And 18.6% simple servility. alone, a jewel caresses the unaccountable benignitees jutting down through the clustered long pupas «Farewell!»