Sense the colour organized
geometrical
formed unceasing intricate
mathematical
a fractal constant
a universal momentum
conjugates
She lay her back to verdant
blue to the suns streaming
auric to shimmer vibrant
slow turn of Earths revolving
upon a cradles pillow
the life of grass blades
tinglings
Hear, the bird twitter, chirping
the wind, kissing
see the sense
geometrical
energetic discourse
hidden within the original
Only by individual
her Satori defined
a blessed moment
in her beauty intertwined
and only by singular
felt the quickening of the divine
in her soul
To know inescapable unity
the trickles spout to loves waterfall
the sheer miracle of it all
dancing Satori upon every single nerve
pattern, connection
breathtaking sudden realization
She lay her back to the hillside
reborn through an opened eye
unceasing geometrical
shimmering vibrant her own fractal constant
upon the cradle of the Earth
with tears she laughed
the sheer tingling exponential
the astounding miracle of it all
We dance the confines of our far apart
as though the distance was a normal thing
of cages now estopping lumens' touch
in empires of imperial decree
where lawful ownership is thus allowed
of geometric shapes though air we breath
and blood pulsating does each ampere haunt
in order to preserve the ruling see.
But each time I'm denied the warmth of touch
I feel the dying of my human soul
in algorithms of a bastard psalm
now written thus a darkness could then drain
the very essence keeping it in place.
We have but hope we of the people kind
against the plasma lacking in their ilk,
but hold the ancient yearnings in our watts.
Our tears are but the echoes of the verse
that bound us in millenia now past
but since the onion skin was put to flame
or so the elders tell us in the runes,
our future is now prayers to opal ash
that once glowed with the prophets' DNA
since passed to us as chosen ones of light,
extinguished for their once brave-spoken truth.
Let's take the tinglings few that we can feel,
imagining a world of verdant past.
We'll keep the currents as the spawn of faith
and pray the vibrant land will reappear.
Oh sing exponentially sing
vague ting-a-ling-a-tinglings
singest singing
ring a ring ringing
lifeless lives lost luminously
singing songs serenely safely
safely softly singing
Couldn't stand it anymore.
The psychic tinglings stopped, the only minute thing left that connected me to you
I had to know
The others didn't.
Ignorance was the best I could have hoped for
But you wrote back.
You understand.
You forgive.
You care.
This all seems too easy
What can go wrong?
If I could be so inexperienced to believe this all is over
I would be happy.
Mind is so scattered you've turned it blank
Friends again?
It can't be how it should
I'll still miss you
I'll still love you so
But you don't need me
Anymore
and therefore
I am done with.