reflections
head lights
on an oily street
beads of rain
streaked silver
gelatin
emulsified waste strewn
haphazard
like thoughts of those
who have
not.

numbered buildings
a timeline of progress
moments
slipping
past
through gaps
in fingers

the touch
the kiss
the subtle caress
missed

listen
for slight
inflections of speech
soft sputters
simple words uttered
in desperation

from eyes looking
sideways
trapped
in a limbo volley
calling
for acceptance
falling
downcast.
bound to laws
not of a universe
but of a single entity
frenetic
screeching
sounds erupting unconsciously
unaware
of one’s own greatness
self imposing vanity
symbiotic by nature
earnestly,
“you can rely on me.”

leading lines
dependence on time
fabrications construct our reality
as we
perceive
absorb
synthesize
arrive at conclusions
weave illusions
allude
to something greater
but never
quite accept.

reject,
instead,
instinct- pre programmed
by our need for sanity
control
power
destruction
from one touch- i can move mountains
love is the fountain of youth
a well of gratitude
a healing power.

witness witchcraft
infatuation
obsession with acceptance keep
intimate words
trapped
between pillows
blankets wrapping sentiments
like ethereal presents
box it up
organize expressions in catalogue.
each monologue a speech
fit
for the ears
of sentient queens.
all speech treasured
buried with maps
guiding lofty travelers
who seek
truth.
they may find it inside souls unabashed
not leasing life these are the owners of actualization
real estate.

dictating what fate will bring,
will carry
in open arms
forgiving
nurturing
faith
- in some universal goodness
inherent
uncorrupted
pure like freshly melted glaciar
clear,
like recently watered skies.

see:
with eyes unclouded by disease
of mind
of men
distant or near:
the taste of fear lingers,
palpable.

looming shadows cast
by our monuments
darken doorways
drench sunlight
and extinguish
fires
meticulously tended by
lovers
live-ers
good do-ers
of deeds behooving all who
breathe
air fresh or putrified flesh-
we need it all.
there is no part that can be removed.
surgical precision cannot replace synergy forged

slowly

painfully

through the death

of countless cells
countless stars
count less
on careful planning

smother thoughts

and

FEEL.

(Source: nicoletnelson.com)