I don't write, I paint myself blind with words...diogenes herded...ignorance...gilded cages...filling up on beauty unleashed...free will's maddening fractures...eyes that need to smell to see...
April 10, 2018
that when we too, become Dorian Gray ... #NaPoWriMo2018 Day 10
in one instant
one moment
a fleeting infinity
is bending us toward light
galloping us towards
an area beneath
the arch and curve
of realizing
where we
might be
this was slippery business
you, a beautiful unquantifiable
atop the table, a rich hue
caught the sun just right
spilling bright over you
a feast
a thousand wantings
in quiet
smiles
there was ohm chanting
quiet background music
funky thumping
quiet hip sway
mountain sages are rarely wrong
living beaches, tides know their song
we sail, thought to action, time and above
wearing names over bones, our souls for Love
eons lean in, carve to ghost, wind's currencies wound
calendar dust jarred, etched, our immutable sounds
gentle a-washing sounds
fill brigades, insects stirring
from long slumbers
nestie eggs swept blankets
tucked lot colonies
an electronic hum
that pervades
"you cannot outrun your pants
so dance the now..."
naked
dreams swim
especially when sleeping
or flying a foot above
the ground
who-juries
themselves
conjuring
contouring
touring by
window ride
parking it
to sit
fit to
one of those switch back
zipper snugged
hugged side of a mountain roads
at an overlook point w/valley below
Summer-Autumn regaled
the fog lifts
thunders the wells
boils our bones, reaches
says take a few
maple and oak leaves
tuck them in
between breaths
remember why we bleed
why we need to crawl
the stars, the stairways
all the way
to heaven
sphinx riddlers we be
when all we had to do
was stay thinking
as a child might
our whole life through
EJR ©
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