Circuses
shattered glass
with the chandelier
of your dying
instincts.
Can such
spirits revolving
like bodily fantasies
mean that they
present wonder
and miracles?
As lovely as
lovely secrets
become very little
subliminal seeding
commits a possible
enigma.
Posing for
insane realities
which might quiver
and levitate the
philosopher looked
like magnetic megalomania
from a ghostly
automaton.
Fluorescent debris
has planted the avenging
bloom of disgust and dementia
kept taking too much of
memory’s membrane.
The hallucinatory
impression dawns on the
inscribing of bodies while
mysticism mysteriously explains
all too literal the decay
seen by parallel humanity.
Authorless with unwritten
writing since
civilizations
could never
handle the
horror seen everywhere.
