In darkness my soul evolves larger eyes
a borrowed prize summoned from beyond the ring of farmiliar symbols

A frail passenger rides in his overstuffed wagon choked by towers organized of his own sentimental objects...the world seems safer to him now, his orderly artifacts symbolize the contained wilderness of men, a frail prayer to sanitize the air itself

As my night optics grew
the wind molded my flesh into two layers
two stone blankets made soft by wet impressions dealt from a blessed finger
two lanes on an empty highway caked in the blistered residue of old journeys unfinished
persistent promises whose fulfillment defy the span of history
I culminate my bodily angle into an unspoken physical resume
as though each muscle is a link in a chain antennae between my will and the sky's
I am keen to the question that falls from above the official depth
I reciprocate by
pantomiming water

calloused from overseeing
I leave my eyes on the crescent balcony of wild restraints
above and below the extremes of logic
cry aimlessly unto my deaf ears
but I don't need to know one thing to define another anymore

filled with benificence
contorting blue figures leap beyond the blurry guilded guise of their puffy sky oasis
spectral lovers unleashed from cloudy landscapes
dance untamed in the midst of a force which infinitely attempts to domesticate them
the land grimaces in thoughtful nocturnal oblivion
never having emoted
until now

the hybrid chirp of lost voices entices my fantasy organs
forming ranks in sweaty levitating grace
when they kiss me
my lips taste sweet like the fragrant hope of their face