Dancing on the Edge of Desire's Ledge

To wallow in the fires is a tempting surrender. A swan dive into the maelstromic implode of mushroom clouds, return to sender. If I let it take me into its vespered aquafers and be but unreadable sheet of its music to render- the sweetest indulgence of deepest despair. If I be but a moth drawn to the calling flame, with predicate for the lost names- seeking the silences virulent romance of empty verses with no care or aim. Where brimstone breathes and nobody knows your name. If I be but a pitch of a coin in a non- flowing fountain. In the edicate of the pained forever contain. Would I be an electron of devotion of heresy where darkness and light are an intimate echo- of forsaken shadows of damned limericks in braille seeking form, of no redemption, no return. Consumed in forbidden tungs of jasper and beryl and carbon fibered absolution. An ironic iconic moronic communication. Is it in my appelate opulence quake at the terra-bound, crustal displacement of self retribution. If I let go of what was sacred and shed all like a final balsam tear. Would the world be transformed of my blood curse? The tourniquet of salvation laid unrequited- standard in my search in a lonely wind of downtrodden sheer. To be the carcinogenic smoke of once was, de-translated into meaningless morass, compassed about, a black star of nothingness gone supernova. The new offspring of the appetiteless but hungry cleanse of being. "If I close my eyes forever." In the apolegetics of my former masthead of time, bewitched by just one rhinal rhyme, final destination-descant of passaged times, line of sight in passing in wink of corona mass rejection, heresy of self insurrection. Diethyl-carbonic befouled waters of still life distilled. Memed, assembly of wreckage, mistranslate directory of the Ephesian Killing Fields. If it be that my manifesto Divestiture vicissitude with Atomic Yield. In a mute defiance of phase shift, calcified calculus of my cold lips upon poetrys abacus, de-phrased Judas kiss. What would the manifest be of anthem dress? As I pour my vial into the sea, roiling angry judgment upon tranquil-militancy. No, I'd rather be a stray cat that wandered into a lonely Lynx's lair and created a bond of forever, endeared in my endeavor. For you will never beat the romance of Life's adventure out of me.