Wednesday, November 26, 2014

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Matte plains of insolence-
Adjacent and brimming with intersects due intrusion.

Paper coats for pseudo-gilding walls of the indignant, bounded
Within shutters of the micro-psyche, a crescent glimpse confounded.  
Saccades ‘cross wide-eyes of a mass sentience robbed of lustrous affect and
Skimming the oaken barrel for old-fashioned prosody, partial to parched tap.

Cloven relics of nature’s wake left a prosaic aftertaste;
An ardent clambering up stiles of hoarfrost in haste
To a coniferous crown promising in sultry of a soul sinewed-
Fault the dream-laden bough’s retreating girth ‘neath a goldcrest’s brood.

Harrowing mind-body schism for rivulets streaming of quantum uncertainties.
Droves from sub-retention atomically ricochet among corners of these cortices,
The mind less traveled adorned in web and coffee-tinged de trop morbidities. 
Stop, ye, for my focal idolatry is pained but pure; for ransom my replete memory.

-J.H.

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