Almost always you appeared to me, a geometry of addition and subtraction. Some nights I’ve missed you in dark corridors of my fears. Some nights you thrilled me with your silver shining tenderness. But because of cowardice I frequently fail you, then and now. Almost always.
And, so in our shared secret province we’ll never be together.
After all I’ve to mimic myself: Escape from torments of remembrance. My legacy is a wake of sufferings, though you’ve been true to me like horizon viewed by swan’s eyes. After all, in these final moments, I think there’re things I should erase.
A silence on the night. The day fluttered quietly in whisper soft resonance, So many colours slowly dying Like confetti in the rain, And echoes touched each other, a reunion of themselves, As though they were astounded At their resonating
The moral dilemma was unlearning. less than truth. Downgrading the- branded witch. Vaccine was spawning new virus. O Buddha, why did you started looking beautiful and began sitting in a living room? Trailing the smoke I was going to find
(as imagined by this lumpenproletariat) When no bigger then innocuous, ho hum, happy go lucky generic black whole sonny and cher full pinhead size zit, thine pluperfect promising mysterious seat of pants whodunnit wordlessly wise wedded waywardness writ partly apportioned,
Addiction to harmless Is accepted Addiction to harmful Is not advisable Addiction is submission Which involves Imaginations Addition is Pollution Which involves Revolution Addition is attraction Which involves Affection Addition is a fiction Which involves Correction Addition is a caution