Amorphous Idiom

Amorphous Idiom 

 Conscious.....The conception of breath. Slowly ticking like the orgasmic spring of

 death. As the fallen fragments of shadows are painted beneath a genetic anatomy,

 & these pieces of fiction bleed with broken shards of fact. As most poetics are

 dreamt through the pages of a novel, These melting faces spun in a web of stories,

 a line of instruments tuned accordingly to the melodies their lungs echo. Either

 shallow or deep, speculated through this telescope of isolation, & we find

 ourselves distant from that once close point of axis. So I gaze out alone about an

 empty symmetry of grids.Pacing by idly as the world runs to the chasing sound of

 a heartbeat, & these apathetic hills stifle the distant horizon. Lying beneath

 sluggish blankets of comfort, those lifeless hands will never lay claim to this

 world. Until your gasping lungs are relinquished, crying out into the stars.

 Mesmerized in the motion of these words, your rippling thoughts succumbing to

 the serenity of an apoplectic pond, Vibrations trickling down my spine like

 raindrops falling off the limbs of oaken branches, & these trembling waves have

 swallowed the shifting snake, Submerged within her fathomless depths,conscious

 of a daydream you find yourself drifting through ,like the man who soundly sleeps

 beside an empty bottle.Your days fading together in a tumbling row of dominos,

& how these personas seem to diminish like the flickering of a lamp shade. As we

 desperately cling to the nostalgia of those passing moments, your eyes hazy &

 worn.A frozen shade of pale grey, & Death was the sole conception carved in this

 concrete comedy. This collective imagination was observed through itself, Either

 vast or microscopic, the shroud is cloaked or unveiled. As your thread slowly

 singes into the dust, an unpredictable curtain that descends upon us all, & the

 devouring drone of a gong resonates in abstract patterns of frequencies. Shaping &

 shifting a formless expression that geometric characters & letters tend to dilute the

 void of it's nature.