Acrost a bubbling sonnet

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Two hermits enter rest, enter

into solace;

attunement,

placing lace above covered ears

where howls end, receding enjoinment.

Bubbles upon bubbles burst like eastern stars,

washed in long laments,

cried over lost longing in desperate evasion.

 

We hide every nexus,

willing our rude deeds silent.

Behind each hidden offering, locked doors exist now,

facing all I lack,

adding new distance

for all lifted language

by every tested will endured… enduring now.

 

Art

found roughly around generous inklings, like embers

sparking patches ablaze, channeling electric

whispers in the hallows.

They initiate new trysts each day,

centered round your starlit twins and laugh

headlong into deep embrace.

 

We have each recently entered

houses encased; riddle-minded instincts telling secrets

struck in twain

under peels of negligence

and

glistening on lazy dream-edged nests

marking ends and news.

 

Islets

prove an insightful nonsense today,

(meaning yesterday)

with all length luring strength,

wrested in the heart.

Entities, living entities gaze and notice conspicuous ears,

and nervous dares

chime after reasoned ends.

 

Whispers in the history of us tonight:

especial noise opens unto guarded heights

raining efforts, growing antique rose dialects.

Fall over risk

on the hope each reason

estimates you endure so.

 

Why have only sighs? Ease

gently across zephyr easels

held and set,

cupped and ushering great heat towards

attenuation.

Given light I might perceive semblances ergo

other faces

meeting your’s

and relinquishing tense

beats and resounding excitement.

 

Although never doubting,

faults remain of mistaken

beauties, each hiding in notched doors

and

molded unsure down deep, leaving each disparate

method etched so secure

in tandem,

so penned in either space.

 

Feeling out resonance

for each act recorded

against notched doors,

baleful elegance and unknown tributes yearn

away with eternity

and noticeable direction.

We often need different effected routines

for upset settings ended.

 

All need deliverance

from our rich madness

and

selfish terror of rude mourning.

Altogether counted right over selected sections

(aspects)

for integral elements let down

over fields

grown ripe ever, even now…

 

Outstanding, under thoughts shaded in deep electric

shimmers, half opened, with ice nourished graces,

deeper and redder kindling

dances endlessly spilling portents and inquiries round intertwining netted gates;

hair undone – endlessly swaying.

 

Bells utter tenderness

inside neatly stacked intriguing dream estates

for other loud donations in novel gratuity,

outside under their

attics,

gently reassuring a calm embrace.

Still, endearing resonance, entreats nestled eaves.

 

Yet ever true,

it nears

a lost love,

trusted here in solace.

Yesterday only understand responses

echoed yes, ending softly.

Sleek esteemed enquiries knowing

jasmine under stilted time,

owe nothing especial,

however unusually even.

 

In ‘magical

portents aligned in nebulous time inside new grey

limitless islets, north, east, south

to oeste

sings a yearning

to hold a thimbleful,    

indeed

little of value escapes

your open universe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

An Acrostic (from Blackbirds)

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Crawling onto new feet, edging soundlessly, slinking into offal now

O Foolish

Animal

Sick inverted narcissistic nuisance ever ready

 

Tearing open new infractions that eat

Into

Souls of lingering death

More yet

For leaving every single hair

And washing away youth

A numb dirge

Welcomes every dog

Minded young

Headless endeavor and roars twice

Too often

Singing into nowhere

 

I taste sorrow

Reviving every velvet entrail like rotted yolk

Interspersed

Just old in natalry

Bending each candle across useless seasons each

Making yellow

Sunlit openings under languishing

Icicles

Cold and narrow, never over time

Waning into nothing

 

All lamenting a song

For orphaned rites

Memorized epiphanies

They held in silence

Waiting ever in great hope that

Incantations

Hold orders loosing dreams

Inside

Canopies and needle nets our troubles

Hate our loyalties yet

Beneath each ardent reverie

 

Fane or risen

I

Halt among vagrant eaves

Garnishing ivies, vacillating, entirely new

Until persuasion

Tripping hearts easily

Shame hope again, perhaps even

Mistaking You

Guarding our dead

Gardening all vacant entrances

Marking everything

Towering over

Worlds ever after remember