order

the design is paradisiacal yet it is the visceral that coruscates true beauty. its
brilliance glows within the arms of love.

a GOODbye

"Jhwh, Jhwh, Jhwh"

within You
the vastness lures me
yet destroys me
feeling the lightness of feathers
spreading everywhere
faintly breathing
transparently slipping
as drops of water
into the Palm of the Sea

war

atramentaceous bullets fire with the trigger of his thirsty lips, exploding the muscular pear-shaped troops. cardinal forces weep in gunpowder, igniting attacks onto fields of snow. the innocent wander with holes, depleting into ghosts. the tainted mix metals in their tanks, as the blues sob, meandering in search of peace

ode

"canta, canta, canta corazon"


better than nepenthe, it helped her remember feelings of home. and within this there was never mania. there was no rush to be anywhere, to do anything, or to be anyone; it was a feeling of a moment that extended with gentleness and simply brought the hues closer. more natural than her skin, it was a feeling that equaled her in one. an accumulation, like a ball of yarn whose drawn all its thread together, that round yet concrete feeling of a peaceful awakening. it grew with a soft strength, weaving her legs into roots, holding her eyes from falling over and synthesizing her tremor into a serenade.

web

the plane collapses in four, dividing the passengers in segments whose sum will make the distance of the line but for now will march in rows, aligning with those above and below simultaneously. a bow is tied with each, drawing circles in space to spin, giving the appearance of a breeze, which is really a connection of many. together closely moving, it is the phrases that push the arrows further west and quiet stillness that plays harmoniously within and throughout