// carnal carnival //

Nov 05, 2003 00:04

seed planted, up the tree branches
tighter to a spider web
deciphering your hieroglyphs

cosmic threaded nervous system
everything in perfect sequence

this is how the sorcerer spun
constellations off their axis (practice)

geographically? mind-mapped
out of breath after: five laps
running circular synapse
feelers focusing syntax

tripping lyrical fault lines
discarded metaphor fruit rinds
carnal carnival kiddie rides
holographic paint-by-number tides

(unidentified flying) objective in the mirror
always closer than appearance
always clearing interferance

as highway stretched
with wintered breath
when all that's left--

the cradled fable of sated rest

--(written for the brothers and sisters at wolf creek celebrating this year's samhain, 2003)
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