pretence : gameplay : subliminal

celebratory carotene phenomena
tends operatic requiem: inside: prep
eight years ago : veritable diamond
(must go , supermarket , need jams)

something spectral , dematerialised
principle of pragmatic inconvenient
mad on mon (first glance basement)
critique for the seamstress, & aware

of scratched inclusion windswept quietude

love lost | love found

What I dream I had:

Pressed in organdy;

Clothed in crinoline of smoky burgundy;

Softer than the rain.

I wandered empty streets

Down past the shop displays.

I heard cathedral bells

Tripping down the alley ways,

As I walked on.


And when you ran to me

Your cheeks flushed with the night.

We walked on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight,

I held your hand.

And when I awoke and felt you warm and near,

I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears.

Oh I love you, girl.

Oh, I love you.

Is this now liberty?

To be free of prescribed authenticity?

or “slumming it” with Wittgenstein,

a gift delivered impassively. A perception of feeling

simultaneously rising to an unseen signal

otherwise flawed, no further revision

Acceptance endured with detached concern.

Not so much lost as deliberately discarded

your language uttered an urgency

start

commence sequence, progressive creation

w/in poeticspace. I allude

the overground, for length

& archaic season

unveils bloomic clandestine precinct

& having walked, having

untied withering limbs,

an approach allowing self-lariat-handling

chutes to newborn locomotives.