words create worlds
To tear existence To smash it To wrest it from still opaque infinity. Dreams of the end at the beginning of our life imprinted by a singular purpose: To break existence into bits of eternity. You told me to tear away from myself, from aging roots and clustered fears encrypted pains walled in my spirit.
Before you spoke A sparkling flash exploded into petals right in the middle of your yellow eyes- black holes, the multiverse’s doors unlocked the spiraling allure, absorbed my light into the nothingness of life. Arising from unknown altars the silky petals touched my blooming soul. An instant flash of love the light restored in muddy
Impeccable silk walking through the carbon cars aligned in static red at traffic lights, Chekhovian silhouette veiled in a cream-colored-blouse, a seagull’s flight over the cities’ web of wires and withered flowers offered for a coin. A surreal flash dove through my trembled flesh. How could I know you hid under her furrowed skin the
I bought myself a tuberose to honor that of ‘17 (the only stem that could take me from hell to now) that’s what I see inside the pearly little roses (a freight car bearing all whiffs of life) burst on a twisted-heading-to-the-essence rod (their perfume- instants from another life of sealed emotions). I bought myself a tuberose to
Black ink on pristine paper of the mind (untraceable tattoos on your children’s lives) stuffed boulders (on their fragile shoulders) stepping stones in loops of fate (scars of your knowledge’s thrashings) wars for peace (emerged from your innate cruelty,) that never failed to smash every unruly slave (though you say love is the cause –
Worlds of Words 