Square 1

Language
Evolving.
Descriptive efficacy;
To answer myself
I investigate.
Widening my understanding
To better comprehend
Progress and intuition.

Cat's Eye

Nebula
Inexplicable
Beauty
Engorged
Turn
To fill
The void of inefficacy.

TFU

Labor this way, though its uselessness
Already understood.
The brain and her tendencies
These patterns contribute to unrest.
What morning on which horizon
Can a disruption form?
This trusted crust enslaving me
Powerful- conditional- undermining.

Goop skims this surface
Gulping down aged garbage
Still a meal that I arrange.
Tacked on... to my tended to life
And grown in with roots that run deep.

I cannot say that I want anything
With this wide belt of 'shut up'
Strapping my back, my brains, my body.
This Monday offers me choices
The disposition I'm in keeps me fat on the sadness
Of broken branches
And traumatic brain injuries.

I need nothing, perhaps
But an ounce of an ass-kicking
To shut me TFU.

Time, Understood.

Obligatory preference
The morning yawns
I follow.
Whirring mechanisms
Toiling as told
A light push of buttons
Time, understood.

Capturing locks
Confined atop one peak
And then tilted back
Allowing the lukewarm ritual
Entry.
Sunday is writing itself...
I translate.

Thinly stripped fibers
Unsightly holes
The combination here, is, too-
Familiar.
Yet I adore such familiarity
Mine as I have chosen
Preferences.

Freewill is everywhere
As evidenced,
Books on shelves over which
I preside.
Granted, not taken for granted
A mix of interests-
Come and gone.

Someday
Time should be taken
To learn the comma, and
The clause.
That perfection of arrangement
Can match the age
Time... Understood.

On this Inside.

Obsolete freedoms, and
Over-stayed welcomes
Tire the organs within
But there is none to be done
On this inside.

Rusted, pathless avenues
Meander nowhere.
Erogenic enclaves
Studied- no more.
This destination, intended.

The spoils of inner warfare
Breed redundant clauses
That monstrous pyrrhic victories
Can be- just that.
Earning their sticky, fucked titles.

Badge of nothing.
But, respect understands.
One way to follow; to pioneer time
Taking tools earned in practice
Resembling salvation.

I am here.
As is intended.
Dark hair tumbling over shoulders...
Stronger than imagined.
Resilience has grown in- gray.

The right hand understands
The undetectable whisper
Between head and heart.
In them, I trust.
Instincts- obeyed.

Relatives

Nothing lingers
That wasn't built to stay.
They work through theirs
As I work through mine.
This is bigger than me.
Self-pity - awash.
Loathe the variables-
Love the memories.

Tonight

I took it to wood
Because I could.
The softness here
Sweet and delicate