[Coalescence]
9/16/2020
A deeply reminiscent look of satisfaction flickers across
your face during the terminus of this hauntingly euphoric
dreamscape; innocent in nature despite deviant derivation.
A hesitant hand delicately hovering over bare flesh begins
to tremble; a moment decaying, unable to escape providence,
lingers amidst oppressive harmony and an intrepid leap to-
wards volatile entropy.
“Do you not understand what’s been happening all along?”
The viscid residue of ruptured ventricles blurs visions of un-
apologetic apathy transforming toward idolatry.
“Can you hear them now? The quixotical diapasons enticing
all who traverse such treacherous waters?”
Delayed chemical reactions spontaneously called into exist-
ence, much too late, have continued festering behind misty
eyes and frothing lips.
And as the seconds crawl themselves to safety, wounded be-
yond recognition, they ceremoniously writhe; anticipating
the moment’s end.
This is my sanctuary; this is my religion; here I will wait
in solitude, mourning to no end, until I, again, feel whole
without the unending desire for our souls to dance one
last time.
