Surrounded by garden bed planets
Daisy dazedly tends to
Tiny worlds, barely built, orbiting
Distracted by arbitrary baubles
Daisy travels through voids,
Desperately, to capture
The belief of rarified mediums,
Giving value to matter
That was of no worth.
Granted access to these ornaments
That fate determined as purpose;
Daisy’s dumb ass bauble
Became Daisy’s world.
“Blasted be this space!”
For we did not know which way to go.
“Perchance we should engorge ourselves
Whither that planet, o’er yonder
Replete with a range of,
What they call
Themselves; human, brains.”
We’d find much
Needed sustenance in this place:”
Distortions melded freely.
“Mayhap we could enter
Dimensions with more gain.”
Must be taken into
Indecision, plotted improbabilities of Cartesian geometrics;
Issuable in galactic tides, misnomers collide inside granite walls.
Colloquies peck at ice sheets on barking, spuriously layered thickly.
Olfactories whiff dissipated scents, reminiscent of dewy must;
Oak – a working vocation of adventurous avocations,
Knitted scarves wrapped under melancholic chins;
Distastefully used ruses flushes our cheeks;
Remainders, who failed to utilize schematics:
Through the complexities of space tunnels
Fabricated by hypothetical schools
Made to be lengthy tests
Where time seemed to be
Made into trivialities of diagnostic schemes.
Brightly lit neon signs
Blurring past attentive notations,
Below, above and around them,
Numerous characters indicative of the inferential and descriptive,
However small or large, in essence
Released from impossibilities.
Her voice heard in the distance;
Words meekly hissing through apologues;
Probabilities subjected to a sentence;
Seeking narratives of an iota allocated
To venerated yields of unities.
Emanations of grey
Airs from tentacled
Aqua cucumber skins;
Of centaurian camaraderies
Into isolated black holes.
Of crumbling confectionary walls
Of moisture filled sogs
Of fearful weaknesses
In acclimated tendencies
Of plummeting debris.
Assured the unfounded
Inside cautioned efficacies,
As their loves called
A slew of fated souls
Of unabashed stakes.
Luminescent opals, citrines, garnets, and green diamond planets
Hover within linear transcendental metagalaxies in bisymmetrical
Rotations; ordered revelations in the connections in the why’s of it all.
Credulously peeved reliabilities, tossed into interplanetary sphincters,
Reverberating in resounding vacuums of fabricated chambers. Gnawing
Spatial glaciers gradually descending into suctioning gravitational pulls
To thwarted dimensional fields where olive trees had never been planted.
Suns seeking planets, surrendering when displaced inside occultish seas.
From a transcendental spacecraft she peered
Hesitantly into our Nethersphere.
We stared at her otherworldliness,
With our mouths ajar at slighted steels,
As she dropped hollowed amber pearls
Along with small albino peacock flues
And fragilities of unidentified substances
In disordered chaos’s inside chances
We meticulously caught; created
From machined computations of
Aster calculations by her formulae.
Shooting down in hypergravitational velocities
They’d shatter into microscopic smithereens
Along with the vortexing winds they flew
Away with those other mysteries we’d
Never get the chance to witness:
She jet streamed from us;
Flames gradually engulfing.