Daniel

Encircled by an icy perfection desiring spring to rise and thaw yearning strictly buckled down our passions mustn’t gain control Film on vision, tape on cue. Smiling public image stroking hands empty expression nil- nervous chatter broken, still. All the symmetry must end soon, Life is short and time is doomed. Feeling new, real odd askew with paint on toes and tips of tongue I splutter, splatter; spitting stupidly, my lips driving, pouring, waiting, while creation shocking breathes in seeming mockery, indignant of my petty distasteful lack of grace in sad clumsy motion, replace robotic tension tuned of metal carbon remnants slipping. Nuts sliding, clicking, placed as gears a-turn in complex patterns paired. Dissimilar still, it brings its end though infant sweet, its death so sure. Mind on matter, soul on high: blissful pure serene crying; smooth skin weeps orange; glowing glassy citrus bells. Completion by weird cycled spin, fulfilled of now, but yet remain in motion churning beauty’s hearth, as one until death can us part?