focal planes
apostrophe precedes infinity
with sunrise left between us there is fall
when photosynthesis runs out of film
exposure green in memory grows gray
anachronistic passengers pervade
from capturing quintessences bygone
the wormhole from an apple leads us home
should phoenix eyes grow weary of rebirth
the monkey’s paw will always bet on rock
the occam’s razor seldom leaves a score
a hurricane of butterfly effects
yet does it even matter anymore
our timelines veer isosceles apart
infinity proceeds apostrophe
drawing conclusions
an oxidized atrocity of gold
the myrrh and frankincense arriving stale
vindictive horses took a longer route
not kings nor common men can claim the stars
empyreal empires empurpled empoisoned empaled
Egyptian, Persian, Roman, Byzantine
rebellion is an aging stoup of wine
deliverance eventually comes
a transatlantic massacre of oil
tycoons lampoon and double cross their rails
a gravy train that pays out in potatoes
monopoly scrabbles the game of life,
a self fulfilling prophecy at will
get stoned with me before the lottery
ambiguous systems
a smoky mountain gets too high to move
volcanos edging cinders of release
medusa stoning atlas hard at work
euripides inevitably laughs
if blood succumbs to thunder in the lungs
thermometers of mercury’s black bile
apothecary cavalries advance
like feeding royal jelly to the swarm
is gravity a wondrous ordeal?
rotisserie of miniature worlds
harmonicas a semitone apart
a closet full of kraken skeletons
could ever non-celestial bodies grow
to attain an armistice of atmospheres?
re: flux
meridians will ante up in post
elisions of a b-roll memory
with present footage folded at the seam
a flutter in the mouth of hurricanes
uncanny is a can of worms left canned
digestive tracts reroute acidity
molasses drains not ASAP from the elm
elastic is what plastic strives to be
it matters that your atoms get along
it’s not a simulation anymore
the cytoplasm keeps your shit together
the mitochondria powers through it all
an intervention ring of introspect
ouroboros gets sick of biting down
internal lux aeterna terminal
apostrophe’s a double-sided gate
both turning to and from loquacious ghosts
that speak in coded vestiges of tongues
in volumes indecipherable to grasp
should whom your light seeks not appear to you
try skipping rocks across a mirrored dusk
it’s double points for shattering the moon
ovations from an audience of moths
on key or string with ardent fervor play
an unapologetic rhapsody
as orpheus once led he follows now
incendiary steps of kerosene
an ostinato-obbligato whir
some light emerged, today it rains as one
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