Diamonds

And now the trickles ripple rifting through the hues of the sky—confetti! The words of my mouth are paintings; a projected splash all over—frantics! Whether they drag down God's face blaze out streamlights—candlelights pin a billion sunrises into a stiffened day. How over-good—worthless crystallites? When they fall on mangrove skies; borrowed zephyrs compress—upsize; explode into sands of mustard seeds—ripe! Germinate tons of thorns—stars—torn prickles—squeals—resounds—muted cries; the act of the hands, when they try and try to seal the width and pit of the mouth—'unrise' head's cap size—safeguard the crown—discrown. How over-good—worthless crystallites? The River births—your River mouth—'silverlites' the tributaries—tributes—waterfalls —silver bird— the screeching lines—over-stretched verse; voice box machines—the echoes—out loud; on the stainless-steel wall—a still pass into dwindling star flaps—eyes lashed How over good, all these worthless crystallites? © Destiny Izehi, 2016.