Friday, May 26, 2017

molecular jungle

the things I know
come to me in waves and strands

strands of gold
flickering in the
florescent light
of a thousand small
beating wins,
fixating on the tumulus
of the earth

hearts
racing

ascending walls
twisting and turning,
racing to the canopies,
the obstacles connecting
earth's floor
to it's ceiling;
breath.

fresh. light dew
dancing upon xylem;
gloss,
like dragonflies breaking
through air particles
flittering through mediums
of time and space

covert in essence
blind eyes blinking
in axiomatic comprehension

speckles of dirt
water splashing
none a sensory
hath overlooked

electric in the vibrancy
of energy
energy palpabile
tangible

dripping with sweat
buzzing at elevated
pitch
tone deaf under bright
skies

the things I know
hide in the dwellings
of canopies

jungles thick
the eves twinkling
in starlight
vines giddy a-flight

flocks meticulously buzzing
amuck
molecular subsets blending
in a symphtomatic rhythm

pulses vivaciously
renewing and awakening ,
kinetic energy streaking
the elusivity of all that is
or isn't.

seen
perhaps
unseen

the things I know
vascilate through the
words and sounds

uttered. kept inside.
closed in the root system,
blood pulsing through
oxygenating the ebbs
and flows to all that
which is

all that which is
that is

what I know



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