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“The Road to Maximus and Winter’s de-Reckoning” 

Winter pulled me into Her
like I was Her new season
and cooly stroked my fevered skin 
like the contours of my body 
were the finest Lotus silk
an expensive treasure 
never seen before nor felt 

She curled into the shaded Summer fox hollows of me
and walked nonchalantly without a care 
through the green valleys of my mind 
as if She were Spring again 
wanting to make love like a mad loon
in some lost lovers woods 
where shining red apples lay spread 
wide and wanton wasting on the ground,
as if a tasting of elusive life, 
like the decisions of choice 
plucked from a box of gifted Candy,
had been partly digested yet blithely disgarded 
and ignored for something much better;
Autumn ponderously “realed” me back in
heralding Her arrival, as if She, Winter,
was an immovable force 
not to be slighted, 
nor fooled;

All that dark long night 
She stayed by my side 
as if I was some ransom to barter, 
as if Her possession of me, 
was a token to entry, 
that some burning Manderley
beckoned me along with Her,
hypnotically further in 
down that off-road pot-holed path 
towards a now ruinous home 
I no longer recognized, 
some type of cleansing baptism
was taking place, the type 
where tears no longer reign,
and there exists a fierce firestorm inside,
there was an element of eternal emolation 
in the warmth of its ever closer lively caress;

romance in that state of being undressed
was an unconquered emo territory addressed,
and I, being a recalcitrant 
and connosseur of all things lux 
and burning bright, relished 
such an enticing opportunity, 
so I turned my back with glee
on the body sunk in the vast depths 
of that perilous Ocean behind me, 
I turned my back like I had committed 
some revolutionary Rebecca act like murdering 
a devout poet of godly conscience,
and She whispered something into my ear 
Her cold breath sending shivers of delight 
down my fevered spine and back up again 
into the trusted jewel of my heart, 
as if I was the only one 
to be privvy to such a secret;

She pushed me gently forward
as if no need to be concerned of the consequences, 
I could feel the smile on Her face close to my ear
the secret was dark and hot and sickly sweet,
like melting velvet chocolate,
I could taste it in the very words 
that lay indolently tattooed on my warm tongue 
wanting to be spoken but shy of the truth,
so I kept my mouth shut and listened 
to the crackling of music through the flames,
as if the hushing of those words might be repeated 
through the automatic static of some distant haunting melody, 
the white noise of another dimension and its buried memories; 
like an undone moth drawn to enticing flame 
with a secret well-kept under wing
unspoken, unseen – weird and calmly still – yet,
inside the torrents like a river running wild,
I moved my bare feet across the field 
as if in Elysian and hurried further in towards Him

a maximus of singularity
co-joined … again; it would seem.

Love all consuming burns All Souls within



Candide Diderot. ‘25 






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