Driven to the edge
and parked
@ the view
forever seems small
as ants
When the world ends,
I hope I’m here with you
and we did away
with all
our cants
Under the moon,
stars above
& below
in each other’s eyes
we’ll dance
this life away
"Be obscure clearly." – E B White
02 Apr 2015 2 Comments
in Levity
Driven to the edge
and parked
@ the view
forever seems small
as ants
When the world ends,
I hope I’m here with you
and we did away
with all
our cants
Under the moon,
stars above
& below
in each other’s eyes
we’ll dance
this life away
02 Apr 2015 2 Comments
in Levity
The indelible beauty marks and scars, imprinted by lovers and lost time, brings the looking glass into focus. As the heart ticks, the mind rocks in cincopated splendor. The gears shift and the candor lifts, dissecting pleasure from pain, failure from success…
Marvel at the digression, while the water falls off this flat earth and we swim laps in whole milk. Propensity is the miser keen to dismiss the patterns of this living labryinth.
Ardent benevolence arbitrates reason and dialectic antics call for light to shed hope. Balance. Mercurial conduit. Folicules in desparity amass tinkering maladies of incomprehensible divergence, coalesce within silent doldrums, justly isolating and dismembering the anchor and terraforming deep roots with epic views. The pot is planted pleasantly. Anonymity precludes the chamber.