The naked eye traces the astronomical
While privities lied in the telescopical.
The observational flux in atypical size;
Lives annexed by night’s sides.
Trajectorial paths grated onto sheets.
Jotted dots, erased, replaced, added,
Leaving ghostly memories; respondencies
Leading to palms of aphrodisiacal tangibilities.
Shudderings caused by breezes caught
By branchless leaves by those reasoning;
Thoughts attached to weighted appraisals and accusals
Thrown into the abyssal depths of sentient mysteries.
Representative of acausal destinies.
Substantial lasers lost in aerial proximities
Diffuse in approximated distances of absorbencies;
Riveted exchanges of asymmetrical favors;
Presences of wonder; pieces playing god.
Devalued (or overly so) battles
Midst those evidential tolls of endeavors,
Would show in the before and afters of
Lexically languid portrayals or deleted sequences;
Values surmised as emulsifications of enough
Determinacies within incapabilities.
I hopped five steps across the board.
I stood there looking
At the square that maybe would take me to jail.
I just needed the dice to settle
At more than eleven.
Instead I rolled two ones (darn
I hopped two steps down
And mistakenly landed
On the normal emoji toys.
I sleepily kept moving
And rolling my tiny dice.
I’d barely land and pass
Each neatly patterned cell.
One filled with candy crisps.
Another filled with fluffy materials.
I’d pass the moments with laughter;
I’d draw cards with riddles written
On them, but no one
Answered my questions.
I couldn’t see the end of this board game
I’m stuck in.
I heard someone give me a suggestion.
I peered over my shoulder to see
If it had been her, then wondered
If it had been an essence
I frankly created, to not be disappointed.
An itching fear
Of the same pains
Of needled thorns.
A peek from safety
Dawdling rainbow waves brilliantly bolster
Floating cloisters of clustered floral patterns;
Clamoring roots dangling in traveling wisps,
Petals in bundles of electric cobalt sparks,
Whited oyster pearls, vibrating bismuth greens,
Starch red bleeds, ephemeral violet plasmas,
Lined yellow flares, and whispered orange hints,
Variant forms of past endeavors of awe
Struck wonders, giggles, and haunts;
We float towards
Primaries and secondary colours
Drifting away from half clasping grasps.
Those vapored seconds of the first.
From traversed dimensions
We take a glance
From these mountain summits
Staring at those jagged formations
That we could upholster,
Like the last.
In reflected specimens pinned
On breathable blissful backings
Encased in transparent glasses
Of patience in wooden frames carved
In subtle waves, smoothly surfaced,
Sprouting prides at cornered edges
In horizontal and vertical lines, curving
In entrails of ignorant rampages
In steeping concaves and convexes
Where beneficiaries lie in vexations
Of dustily powdered venous wings
Of wrongs ignored in dotted patterns
In scalloped ends lined with white,
Amongst orange blares of “what” ’s hinted
In slated violets in the brackets of “the fuck” ’s
Of irregular circular strokes in repetitions
Of unrefined or naturally splotchy markings
Of absences balking in darkened earthly matters.
In antennae of stacking contrasting perceptions:
Yearnings to rip my own feathered hollows.
Of silhouetted contours
From hatched outlines
In mimicking craft
Forms of commanded silences
Derived from ideologies
Of Truth is Law;
Moments of momentous mementos
In destructions of unfounded wooden
Lodges with wedged in reasoning.
Enigmatic enmities of rebuttals
Of rebellious refusals reflecting
The absence of the prescribed.
Repeated bolts of heightened acuity
Fiercely quell repudiations
By irrefutable evidence
When facing the sagacious
In strikes of stark realisations
In learning reliable consistencies
Repetitive leaden defeats leading
To admittance by amicable amities
Of words blindly accepted;
Reframed as idolatry.
Discounted meteor showers;
Sightings sorely missed in time lapses
Due to restricted circumstances.
Fickle shutter speeds
Opening and closing;
Intentions in aperatures of
Distorted isometric patterns.
In illusions of craters by asteroid
Impacts of miscalculated velocities
For actual disintergrating deterioration
Of meteoric debris.
How I wonder,
How many glowing trails
Sparkled and fell, and their locations,
And how they may have never