don’t take a breath.
let it all fill within—
let it in all at once
contaminating it all,
condensing the stall,
converting the haul,
considering the call,

correlating to conclude.

float with each word.
feel the anxiety rush in,
flush a blush from its flash,
fulfill the ache on your face,
fill the space, shade its pace.

solve the case, aware of its place.

become what you’re asked.
let words invade your surface,
cling to condensed, coded conclusions,
it will be easier with each swallow;
it will be smoother if you allow
yourself to do other than wallow—

keeping safe inside its indigo halo.

transport your soul to the edge.
translate each disposition’s pledge,
telling tales of its trailing tributaries—
conspicuously converging conceptions,
fall ferociously fast forging fortifying forms
love lavishingly ravishingly like loaded lava
spreading unsparingly unapologetically
tantalizing tastefully, tormenting treacheries…

all for the pleasure of your imagination,
alternate to living in ignorance’ damnation.

my colour doesn’t fade
it stiffens under the
blaring sun, it sheds in
winter’s cold embrace,
little of it is given, grace,
in a world fanatic of the brightest,
little consideration for distinction,
glory by separation,
salvation derived from diversification,
how evolution chose to make
us all different.

don’t tell me you don’t
judge me by it,
because your intentions have
ensured
every time
the mirror will remind me
little honour do i hold
in your elevated, exclusive ego.

i have a corner for myself
a little crevice to feel safe
thoughts and emotions
dwell and swell
fanatic explosions of
genuine expressions of
what’s inside, embalmed darkness.

my little neural garden
sunflowers, petals broaden
her courage emanates;
her glow has become my sun
it would be nice, she be my own.

you’re a spectacular
spectator. your eyes are my
gold.
attention is what I seek,
resounding the call of humanity,
of all sentience,
of the heart you read this with.

you keep telling me that
you are not trying to be
in love, yet your hand
holds mine in contempt of
your unshakeable truth,
your adamant reservation to
the alternative truth you are


living.

our home is a fabric,
it flows, disturbed,
expressing single significance,
our design’s anomalous magnificence—
refined, reserved for the strongest
soldiers.
souls capable of sustaining injury,


like rays that formulate nuclear fission,
like blood rippling, dangerously feeding cells,
it only seems rational to ride an absurd progression,
galloping with the light,
onto a future unimaginable—
failure awaits assuredly,
may success be closer.