Contained Incidence

Tuesday,
May 08, 2012

8:50 PM

If I perish into
resiliency,

who then will cut
the loathe?

If I restore precise
vitality,

who then will aim
too low?

I must design the
ire charm accident, the high luck master often fails to set a precedent worth
remembrance.  I struggle to find the
words that irk the common mans entrails to tremble with significance. I want to
plaster humming peach membranes with intoxicating jubilance. Less we embark
upon discoveries must we withhold the hilt of our sword dubbed
“tragedy”, the knife point is my trapeze safety net,  falling upon it when my fingers slip.

I wank Norse
galaxies upon the cloudy sky of this nights evening, curtains hanging from such
scaffolding as can explain sought after cosmic
gravity. I dream of particles yet indistinguishable from their
environments like the invisible umbrellas held by those who can walk between
the raindrops.

5/8/2012 9:31
PM