I Wait In Acquiescent Harmony

I wait in acquiescent harmony as morning folds her arid blanket, she shakes her tears off delicate cheeks, tears that remained restless in her depleted anguish, she exposed her sinews by removing her gilted threads soaked in moonless nights of epoch sunsets. Right at my feet, gently she kneeled and commenced to suck my seminal milk from archaic dissonance. She emptied my seed through her septic gas bladders, and locked in a chapter of night. my scattered remnants lay wasted, like mutten bones left behind, once worthy of prideful veneration, are now just complex arragments of inveterate pathologies, dissonant memories of struggling quandry, lost and flumoxed in this purposeless world, opaque memories of gruesome ecstasy conjures up visions, of symphony in paen. The impermanence, my insipid two dimensioned life walking invisible into the vanishing point of sensual pagan luxuries, abyss laid bare, these images, obstinate and obtuse are uniquely connected to the pastel blurs in ossuary dreams, just above a full moon turns my tide suddenly, with melancholial precision and orchidaceous charm, from out of the east a morning breath blew the debris from my wanton shoulders, my petals gleemed shimmering, Two blushing lovers are seperating at dawn, to fulfill the imminent aubaude, I sit quietly on a tuft of saline nothingess, I focus my Atman on the sterile ambrosia that flowed through my manicured veins, transcendental samsara was chanting my name as she washed all my refuge through my estuaries, in dreamlike rivers in color