Fingers tingling
at never endings
feeds a restless wonder
for plunder.
Heave ho,
quiet down
and draw
Scratchy puddling florals
the subversive immersive
Screaming
I am drawing
I am drawing
everything is great
dates with fates.
Shocking to me.
Can only do this way.
Subversively ?
a hog in a bog
Gob sob
working away at it
like its string theory.
Rounds and rounds
calm down calm down
Wreak up against
rioting metaphor
as a freedom shining
That steals
from barbarity of horror.
A barrage of wild thing,
death masks
flirting with tomorrow.
However inconsolable
and irreconcilable
Underneath it all
believes in its intrusion
As deeply as a theory
on its contortions
for delusion...
The all = not all
the is = not is
grows sub vitriolically as is.
Sunny hurlers
battling butterflies
and bombycids
living magically
The map the book,
jarring marplod thickness,
see it thru
see it thru -
Porridge of fear,
drenched in marvelous
and the absurd
As shine draws near
and nearer
to wonder at the wall.
And desponds
fondly and alert
with shadowy bonds
A law for a flaw.
Tick and toy
catch a tartar
chips ahoy,
a special envoi
For all my mystagogic
unbreakables.
To No Thing and Every Thing
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2 responses to “To No Thing and Every Thing”
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Thanks for sharing.
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some good points there.
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