Thursday, January 15, 2015

...Green...

conscious dyed in voiceless screaming infusing skeletal ruins -infinite reverberations- cell stacks crumble and collapse
cycles regenerating as birth of flames: the mystery of their force in spread
Nature’s impulses flare -wildfire devouring in circles- a geofractured inferno of imprints set in ash

…Green…
tongues lick reflections of eons -troposphere fervor- stratosphere ethereal hues and phantasmal routes  
thin limbs transfer anger as switches born of gusts
boughs of needle precision stitch atmospheric wounds as the sway slows with a hush

…Green…
websongs intoxicate the senses with harp strings and faint bells in chime
dew of a crystalline chandelier hang: the drops of life’s fragility encapsulated
existence releases of its own accord -shattered impact- a kaleidoscopic puddle of motion stills

…Green…
subconscious garden full bellied with mid-thought caesuras
set afloat in formaldehyde underground springs
patinaed vaults of impermanence: wealth of flesh enlaced with astral dust origins and fossilized dreams

…Green…
mother knotted nests cradled in pages of letters addressed to a home of great distance
ring-song of trees spin time anew in an ever forward play
soulprints seed and blossom passages shaped by hands of weathered hope: extending in skyward salutation

E.A. O'Connell

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