i saw it in their backyard

so light as an Eidolon,
a beast with a torso like fire trembles;
a ribbon flailing in the gale,
a contortionist; scalp touching spine.

it's time under heaven

why must summer violets die,
why do the petals yellow?
is there one unwilted leaf
to set between the pages we stopped reading on?

is there anything save hope,
that would allow the winter months
a chance to do what they never do?
under snow, can a violet grow,
into the shape of you?

is there a prayer i'll see your face,
emerging from the melting flakes?
or is it too far-fetched to think,
i'll be greeted by else than necrotic stink?

the part of me that has a hold
says wait, grow, pray.
don't plant the seed 'till may.

Soon to come:

Regarding a leviathin, pregnant horsefly, and the sincere innocense of humanity.

Ode to 'A'

Almost as an alligator
ascending after Alice with
an aim of saying "ate," and
an apex unaltered in
appropriate, capital attention
almost as though Ala
accelerates with authority to
attain the attributes atoning
for it's absence from the alphabet.
Alpha's always betar, and
awkward announcements are
all that utter after.

Only Couplet

What a cold and ceaseless night,
not shoulder bredth a wave of light..

Of Space, and Time

It seems as though the bigger you were, the slower time would pass. I picture myself as a giant. A true titan, towering a million miles high, looking down at a beam of light passing by my feet as one would look at a spider crawling across the floor.

root chakra request

Oh, my yearning to congeal,
orbit 'round other one,
another,
more.
To cease the weaving of
my pieces,
ground this introspective chore.