for an infinite earthchoked instant
we are fleshpeeled organic
sensory entities sucking
on swollen glands
crushed in the shiversoft machinery
of your dreadful embrace
or elevated upon eagledrift currents
the coalesce of heartwaves
breaking clouds and kissing prey
a cordwrenching twist--attention snaps
arthouse aphasia hurls visceral obscenities
hign above the clamour of abandoned wings
sky flutters between hope and insanity
sodden tissue of dreamflight
spatters as songs wither
soiled descant to splintered silence
we are sinking, seething
breathing your folds of insecurity
our torturer traces myelin images
faces contorted, synthetics aborted
dissonant staccato moods
sprawling the echoes
of beauty and terror
moments spill into eternity
to wander the chiaroscuro
visited by your vagrant progeny
obscurity in dreams
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11/04/2005
Author's Note: miss u aiko, your world of words, more than these words can adequately express... latest update: 22 August 2014
Wow, this is something else. I find the title to be quite intruiging as the question comes to mind, "when is obscurity not a part of dreams when dreams leave us idle dreaming of motion?" - I think you do great justice to that modern? Aiko art, that obscurity of which you speak bulging outwards with the magnification of dreamscapes immersed in swirls of color twisting like the perpetual scope of the mind's imagination. My favorite visual line, "sky flutters between hope and insanity." - both of which are two sides to the same coin, like dreams and 'reality'. Congratulations on POTD, well deserved!!
...laura, the only thing you got wrong was your author notes...mylady this is not for the weak-minded or any other such fool in king's clothing...this has so much that i was going to cut and paste and then... , heck i'd have to cut and paste just about every line...this is a dense and heavy read because about the time it seems laconic, it oozes with a fullness of spirit and [to me] hope and these words are pregnant with their own meaning and you did it...great poetics and well deserved kudos...peace, chaz
Worthy new description of the Human condition if ever there was one. This poem's light and darkness shine together to the very borders of Heaven and Hell.
Your word associations are flawless and the trip through your cerebellum winds us through paths in a garden of a sensory landscape filled with thoughts and pictures of ourselves. This is an incredible verse. By the way, I miss Aiko also.
