by Brandon Tomas

Created on: July 03, 2009

Back again to pen and paper
trying to intensify the word
higher than the scripture beside
I'm waiting
in a silence
filled by the scent
of my own absence

who am I
to be believing
myself as free
you say while
the newspeak
enshrouds the mystery
of a fetus traveling
backwards but inwards
irreversibly aligned
to the labor times
uncatalayzed

come sample
my shadow's essence
and let us be reinterpreted
through the scriptures unsung
wisdom of blank spaces
populated by watery eyes
that stream combined
sweet reminders
of a sheet read by

on love a single tear
seems nourishing itself
embarking on the moment
through sound barriers
and gravity shopping
of hungry ghosts
in undergrounds in airports and U-boats
in animal parks and conquered penthouses
tracing the laughter of the Unknowable
home towards the source
of wondering creation

my songs about
are songs united
like buttercup petals
around the stem

nobody sees
nor misses
this wild beauty
at rush hour
in the gutter

on whom
our life beyond
does though depend
embracing doubt
into a new between

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