On this very spot,
I thought I re
co-knew, we
two, were meant to
become compleat, once,
each breeding pair
preselected,
to harmonize, meet,
certainly, we may say,
we can believe we know,
we bear fruit for seasons,
time after time, as ware we
are apt to rethink how clouds
without rain dismay some minds,
hot, midsummer working winds,
efforting effectually pulling power
out of perpetual ice now known not
perpetual but not precisely predictable/
here, in mind,
not a wit behind, Dequincy, a leap beyond
Elon, in mind adventured intelflux basic acid
tested will to meet after ever leaves Earthian,
alienation situations some say we all pass through,
some small percentage still carry coins, for our passage,
and to hold our eyes closed through the viewing, proving
s-sure,
strange just
suddenly, no life, just
surity, good credit, then
he is dead, that body, there's no sense in the embalming,
the earth shall eventually break down the royal sarcophagus,
even the satin lined, ultra deep tucked, for eternal rest assured,
and the triple hermetic seal… micro metal flake pearlescent lid,
shall crumble, under the weight of final rest and return to dirt.
But, rest, really assured, all you ever are, never was but
the stuff stars become when they go molecular.
Peer test experience, ***** wars and memories shared with a friend who knew Dennis Conti, a victim worth exposing poets to, as with Coleridge, the licensed madness is an added perq, not a curse, honest.
