Her eyes
like a swarm of dense
volcano spiders
woven from cold inferno spools
contradictory
consuming
clinging to my palette
like the code from a bleak
inventive ruse
now
my understanding of her
scent
is condoned as general
waking insomnia
as void
as a cataleptic prairie
frayed at the core
by brushstrokes of vertigo
then mazes
& scents
& balances conducted
within the spore of a
freshly cut alum
so that she lends to me
a de-enlivened motion
a tortured hummingbird’s
sortie
as if
I had buried my breathing
in vitreous claims of acid
condemned to wearing on my
back
the remnants of a dark
inferno laundry
because her presence exists
I always write to myself
notes of withdrawal
notes of flameless nautical
urges
igniting my disappearance
as if a flame had blown my
body in two
ruined in its essence
by an animated squalor
like a disrupted stone
divided
in a blazeless infidels’
mirror
at times
I feel bi-form &
theriantropic
therefore
sullied
unclassifiable with rumor
with omens
with sabotage
like a sun in a squandered maelstrom house
a love affair by debit
by shattered interior pulley
with one of my meandering
acts
raffling off poison by
camouflage
say
after 5000 hours of post-battailous fervour
I became anonymous
incarnadine
salamandrine in ethos
trapped
by her insidious optical
infiltration
my powers then suspended
in an optional well of dice
wandering its bottoms
in distorted plastique
with the rays front her body
more pertaining to the
subtrahend
more pertaining to the
feelings
that have abandoned
themselves across blizzards
life now
occurring within contagions
occurring
within the 5 caliginous
motives
spun from acts of
devastation
so I apply myself
to the sculpting of
treacherous grain
creating from depletion
a dense ambiguous treatise
on wood
as combatant on a galleon
I am boiling
faceless
transcendental with display
so that
I’m rooted & ceaseless
with movement
withdrawn & cataclysmic
then ambiguous with rain
never mentioning
to any one of my motions
despair
or any rift
in terms of climbing or
pattern
so when I think of her
optics
each of my shadows
corrupts around a pole
of a fierce & blazeless
assessment
identity then collapsing
around a stunning shift of
Myrmidons
of blood eidolics
of steam from the pores of
mirages
I am de-identified in
brokenness
my atoms subsumed
in harems of spittle
therefore
I wander within the fright
within the moon of her blank
volcano arms
her sensations
like a thrice conceived lava
pouring from a riddled
torturing urn
an urn
which I know to be destroyed
eaten by aphotic
transparency
I remain then
the riddle from the blazing
galleon
the pariah
plunged through psychotic
mirages
perhaps I hail front a
spinning suborder or vacuum
or from a hamlet which
post-exists
without a fecund monetary
climate
again
her mazes have left me dim
aroused with perpetual
perplexity
I have not risen from the
sea
to simply capture a body
or break a series of
flamelets in two
here I am
left in dysphotic trance
my actions subdivided
like a pestilential mark
struck from obsidian
lightning bells
yet I remain
alphabetically living
as plain abdominal hunger
mired in the dalliance of
aboriginal mirage
philosophically half-voided
crimson
with a trenchant folio as
debate
