Axis Mundi
settlement without place;
time without wait;
the stillness of life
in the deep eruptious wild
with a world of thought
arranging on in rioted lights
that swim in the depths of her mouth
contented conceptions
splurging themselves round
and out of their bounds
in the filling of absence
willing to hand things over
my fascination found me
captured
and now somehow restored
motionless to motion
led the location of warmth
patient persistence
my explorations taking form;
to uncover the inflated vibrations
of resuming sense
in every second she talks
Copyright © Pj Armstrong | Year Posted 2015
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