Yet To Be Quandaries
I pass through vivid stratospheres of crystallized sediments that fill the void of fixated rehearsals of yet to be quandaries, enveloped notations addressed to the recipient of another plane, a particle of dust, the true me of another’s hypothesis, encrypted tones of silent metaphors that beckon my acknowledged participation. I know all, yet I doubt. […]
Destabilized Reemergence
The lattice of black holes is the bed the of Pantokrator. Wept steel forges the breath of Janus as she creeps atop the crib of the pharaonic capitol–mesmerized by the twirling mobile of a bicameral neural net…the inverted pyramid digs further into the terrain. Inhaling pure vitriol is our only redemption. Dying isn’t hard. Living […]
So Quiet the Night
So quiet the night. Seems just. Though truly I know of injustice more sincere. I’ll linger a bit, and perhaps take heed of the hanging branches that scold the gloom of this forest nocturn. The shadow willow’s denial of hollow laughter, echos of paths to farthest meadows that gleem in purity’s milk. Of dandelions, the […]
Fly
Fly beyond the bounds of truculent sorrow into the depths of abject despair and you will find the distillery of the mind’s immortal search for meaning in a meaningless void of pure apathy and vapid waves of unrequited resolutions. Then, take heart, for now you may laugh into the face of all adversities and adversaries […]
Unveil the Shark Tooth Grimace
It might be of benefit to unveil the shark tooth grimace he held under his breathless conjured up folly that was neither of both worlds taciturn nor ambivalent. He held that which is certain in circumspect, maligned and misguided reluctance to participate in treasure or theatrical underpinned resolution. He forgave of none the select dowry […]
Behold the Tadpole
18 July ’18 – B Our solipsistic journey to oblivion is periodically obviated by momentary glimpses of surreal manifestations encountered in the pure perception of meaningless beauty. Behold the tadpole swimming for life in a muddy pothole and perhaps you may see the opulent glory of unrequited being. – Esinz
Absurd Banality of Perceived Existence
Stare into the void of reciprocating sunlight to hear the chimes of manifesting destinies. Then you will know the meaningless beauty of the absurd banality of perceived existence.- Esinz
Revolver
Fear not. I have not crossed the path of the wildebeest. I see the fortune of the Trinity incarnate. Breathe I must the dust of a thousand hooves, to swallow the pride of countless transgressions, the haze of winter salutes my marrow, the sun is an arrow that pierces my psyche, I revolt against nothing. […]
Atonement
Atonement, as justification for some surreal anti theological dispersion of a self righteous connection to an otherwise ephemeral concept of provocative restraint, notwithstanding that bit of coagulation of empathetic nostalgia that leads the heart of conscious men to remedy the plight of discernment of right vs wrong with focused actions that disdain reclamation. I must […]
Spins the Hourglass
The queer eyed rabbit stirs in the metal pot of languor amidst trifles in sage brush shadows on his hindered path of rapscalian destiny. Awry is the crooked trail and dense is the misshapen underbrush of thorn and thistle. Quick to the lament of the cockroach spins the hourglass in a dust havoc pirouetting storm […]