-05.08.2023-
Myriad million sparks lie in front &
On busy-stilted sheets, subcelestially slumped,
Slugging serene by no means.
Still slumber they are, while seekin’
From one to another attraction.
They could be LEAFs of age for sure:
On random trees, amid themselves.
Leafs ace their destiny by being
With nothing and nothingness dying
In the pace of phase, to possess all faces.
Have been ignorant forever, me
Now behold LEAFs loped along the sheet.
Are they longing or barely loitering?
Affirmed not,
Ineffable me have the same deed.
Simply or precisely said is con veneer
Or bon countenance above so-called average
Protean facets. Yet,
Hovering surroundings seem to shade us all.
Seeded patina is attached.
Neon penetrates miasma in miles,
Mining my sight with flashing nylon beams.
Thus, here I melt, meld, and here I am
One stalk, stirring a peaceful sea of milk,
Disengaged from bundle, taints SELFs.
Plungin’ in white silk or dark sheet,
Normal force backslashes, as usual.
Fallin’ from branches or niches,
Alacrity boosts their style of breeze,
Of my guts.
So those notes and palms and strums
Sneak in my eardrums.
Obsolete bulbs bulge fair warmth,
Irradiating windswept boulders
Where homeless receives reticent treats.
Like bands sketched on his handbook,
Unspoken red angler in matte broke inwards,
Backed by shuttling moist and mist.
Reminiscent of the other glossy, rosy profile,
Avant which sole I’m enthralled.
Seeing LEAFs disperse from their cluster,
I wonder not 188’s umbrella put up under roof.
As each now invigorated. No longer merged.
I pledged.
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