diving inside the city and letting go

gross-hoop wines of castor weddings
radiation trying not to mock the lemonade
seismic tolls for recreation and uninterested parties
indelible statures of disinterestedness cast poems
on the meat-sweat surface of where God calls me a crow
and informs me I am not as old as I think
leaving the past behind me, how could I dare
to get older than recognizing declining magnitudes
draping all along the floor like white magic sunshines
one day this memetic trance will join its twin

diving inside the city longing for weather bells
miles away from trihoral fabrications of dust and cloffing
either the pouting sainthooves of past exposure will drown
or take aberrant sailing tips under demarcated plains
leaving home

leaving home to go diving inside the icy city
I did not intend to hold a grudge or perhaps I did
am I building new grudges with my sacrificial art
new reasons to distant myself from all those partial blossoms
love and electricity meeting the tips of your fingers
drawing you to a lake where souls and hearts may swell
taking you to less partial equations risks dismissal
history must be honored just as this injury must be carried
without blue or black entries into the cosmos
kneeling for paper, for castaway smoke, and letting go