I hear the rattling, the ticking, and my Grandfather’s tinnitus (perhaps not), All the unheard aspects now, so therefore make a wish, Just one, and only one. For the evening had already set, As I waited for you—(and I near turned) all the timbre from your state, I sat down, Drank a cup of water, and I fluttered all over to make that very call. That tone, the sight of perception, not dozing on Winter’s fracture, That slung branch gone and lost, dying in a day
Tag: Anxiety
“Patience Ignites” by Benyin.
Groomed with anchors of girth in youth, Pierced from the centre; a silver in the rough Native fires brimming in her heart Like an imago, queuing birth.
Natural.
My dear! Enwrapped around,
Senses displayed—I had thought the reality,
The drought and rings of nymphs,
And I, and I so foolishly pestered,
Thatched by those dead, those pranced,
At the sight of the endless bloom,
And I have remained in my quiet room.
With This, That’s All.
One could find the forthright ghost,
Late at night, the night clocks out.
I lie in bed
Rusting Off the Wind.
See them smile, see them smile,
Impression, lipless patches percolating
Footfall in the mist, there was no trace.
All worthwhile, and I durst to look down.
Oh, what a miff
Pseudopsychosis. 