Saturday, July 2, 2011

all-time high all-time low

coalesce in my ears
a dense ball of firing neurons
lips pursed, moving, foreign
mildly dissatisfied but perfectly aware
surrounded by multitudes but desiring solitudes
understanding in tongues and being lost in speech
dart across her eyes
the flower's edges creased over
an octagonal blue rose encapsulated by green ridges
mountain peaks i climb
every time i gaze
swim through your whites and begin my ascent
my flight through canyons and valleys
to reach the overlook
to be moved in awe
to reach truth
or my death