Unsteadied Currents

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Shoulders roll as thoughts contour

the landscape of its architecture.

The mind escapes the flaws and quakes

as crested embankments redden each stream of space.

With lost horizons stained askew, welled inside are

veils obscured; torturous to touch, the vesicle reveals.

As the truth turns stern, waves discern,

forever redirecting the crutch; an expanding frame,

broken, from the inside out; unsteadies

as the vein distorts its portrait born.

Voltage passes through minds-eye, where

escaping thoughts infect all they flutter to.

A passive surge, disrupts then sears; the shade

its silhouette suffers from. 

Inhibition blocks cognition. Suffocating ‘til the twitch is gone.

Neon Haze (Surround/Expand)

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I covet thee my sweetest princess
Your locks endow this memory
with the most brilliant of salvations

The haze of your embodiment
shades me in rapture

The euphoria in your ether
expands the individuation of history
into a neon gaze that's harboring our direction

Instinctively your enigma
hovers free, caressing the
incandescence of my dreams

Emotions feast upon
the tendrils of imagination
swaying each atomic particle
into unities never yet explored

An aromatic magnificence,
swirls about your midnight's grace
transcending Jupiter's ghost,
with the phantasms swarming thin

Tingling are the bitten sparks
of those porous remembrances
born within

Your most precious of whispers
replenish all vitalities stolen
by maelstrom's approaching tide

You sacrifice everything,
You robe these shoulders
and foster identities unto those unknown

With the most illustrious
devotions man has never seen,
you comfort me, sating me fully

Take hold me here and please promise
never to secede from the chambers
of my all too often vacancy

I covet thee my sweetest princess
more than mortal men could ever know

Jungle Clearing Distortion Queue

Visions Lament the haze
Sights shift, merge, fade
then change anew
Blur to blend
Mix to rend
Torn asunder
Grasped
Past
Pixelated recognition

Image plots it's way
Askew to the verifiable
causal pathways
Neurological
imbalanced
when
in
reality
it's but an
empty clearing
with only some old rock wall
and it's dead plant in a broken
vase, dangling thinly
from a hole a fist
once made.

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