Genius sin.
Juicy worm apple.
Bite deep.
Such a special taste could cost
you paradise
...or more.
Deep in the forest
a snake charmer pipes
pied piper songs.
He's drunk from licking dew
off passion flower petals,
lost in a skydive rush to be alive
mixed with the possibility to die.
There's a pearl at the bottom of
a pond
tangled in hair
sinking
deeper
into
quicksand.
Protective coating.
Soul shell hardens.
There's a heart trapped in a ribbed
cage
of body armor
where a dark knight tortures
on an island with no see.
But alas...
precision tuning gets finer
under the magnifying glass
of our embering brain filament,
'till it sets the world ablaze
and metamorphs
like abstract art.
Vivid smack.
Frequency response widens as sky
swallows a dove.
On the shoreline between conscious
and unconscious,
ameba sculpture summons secrets
hidden deep in woods to light of
day,
like a resurrection of the dead.
It's a tree singing silence.
A holy siren that no one resists...
And air chill nips lungs like menthol
as we approach absolute zero
for the very last time... |