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ANGLES


ANGLES

EACH AND EVERY PLAY IN AND OUT OF THE SPACES BETWEEN JUMPING FROM ONE TO THE OTHER

GRADIENTS OF SECTIONS WITHIN THE SPARROW OF THE FLIGHT CAW CAW AROUND AND AROUND THE RAVEN CALLED OUT

DEEP AND FAST SLOW AND HARD THE PULSE OF LIGHT CRAFTED BY THE CORNERS WHERE THE SHADOWS MEET AND FALL APART

THE SEPARATED AND YET ULTIMATELY CONNECTED THROUGH THE EMPTINESS AMONG THE LIVING

AND THE TIME OF THE ESSENCES

SEARING EMOTIONS STRAIGHT THROUGH THE SENSES

SWEET AND BITTER

SOUR AND TANG

SMOOTH POURING DOWN THE BACK OF THE THROAT

LIKE THE DARKNESS DEEP WITHIN THE MIND TURNED RHYTHMS DRUMMING IN ECHOES OF WORDS NEVER SAID YET HEARD WRITTEN AND NEVER SHARED

LIKE THE COLOURS THAT FADE

ALL THE FORMS SHIFT AND RISE YET STILL WHEN STARED AT

STRETCHED AND BRAILED WITH SILENCE SCREAMING LOUD AND CLEAR

LIKE THE DEW OF DAWN CRISP AND FROSTY IN THE WINTER AND WET AND AROMATIC IN THE SUMMER

THE PLAY OF THE BLACKNESS BACKED FROM YOU AND I TO THEM AND US

ONE AND THE SAME YET NONE

ALONE BUT NOT LONELY

IN LOVE WITH BEAUTY OF EVERYTHING IN THE UNIVERSAL TRUTH

AND YET HATED AMONG THE IGNORANCE OF THE BLISSFUL MISTAKEN EXTREMES

STRUNG UP IN THE NIGHT LIKE THE SINEW WRAPPED AROUND THIS HEART

LIKE THE SWINGING AND SWAYING SWISH AND SWASH BACK AND FORTH

LIKE THE CLOCK TOWER BELLS NEVER RINGING IN THE RAINDROPS PLOP PLOP ON THE WINDOW SILL

ALL CLOUDED BY THE COLD AIR AND THE WARMTH OF BUNDLED CLOTH IN THE DRIFTS OF THE BOAT

AS THE WATER IS FREEZING INCH BY INCH AND THE SUN IS BLARING

OFF I DREAM INTO THE BRIGHT STRIPPED AWAY GRACE

WHERE ONLY MORTIS FLOWS AND I REFUSE TO GO

FOR THE TALISMAN I WILL NOT CREATE

TO BECOME THE ETERNAL PATH FINDER WINDER MAKER AND FINAL SHAKER

THE CATALYST OF ALL THE ANGLES IN AND OUT OF THE SIMPLE VARIED SHADOWS THAT EXIST

GIFTED IN THE MADNESS OF WHERE ONLY THE SOUL CAN GO AFTER ITS FALLEN BACK FROM A VISION IT COULDN'T EXCEPT NOR CREATE NOR DEFEND

ONLY TO FIND THAT ONCE BROKEN FREEDOM IS A RELATIVE FORM

LOST FROM THE BEAUTIFUL LIE TO THE TOMORROWS GATE OF A PROMISE FORSAKEN WITH ALL THE UNFORGIVEN

FOREVER NOW THE PEACE AS THE EVIL IS LEFT IN THE PITS WHERE FEAR CREATED IT AND GOOD ONLY LIVES IN THE INNOCENCE OF THOSE THAT CAN FIND IT

WHO I AM AND WHO YOU ARE AND WE ARE WE WERE WE WILL ALWAYS BE

THE IMMORTALITY OF BEING MORTAL AND LEAVING BEHIND OUR MARKS IN THE ART WE MAKE

THE ART THAT INCOMPASSES LIFE MUSIC LOVE

BEATING PULSES LEFT AND RIGHT UP AND DOWN

IN THE SOUNDS AS NIGHT REINS IN AND DAY PASSED FROM TWILIGHTS SHIFTED GLANCES

SIMPLY SMILING TO THE STARS IN THE NIGHT SKY AS THEY RETURNED ONE BY ONE INTO THE ZILLIONS OF SPARKLES CARRIED FORWARD


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