Monday, July 14, 2014

Do not cross the construction of constraint

I have no brakes
I hastily hurtle
towards my target

Exponential acceleration,
the wheels of my heart turning
towards torture.

For you're as available
as the last ray of sunlight
perforating a dying plant

And I will try
and milk the darkness
As the stars drip twinkles
hot as coals
and disguised as wishes,
into my unclad lap.

Why, yes
They look pretty,
these oxidizing orbs
but they have no other function
than to burn,
and look comely
as they aesthetically execute
my judgement,
but entertain my optic
myopic vision
of love
stripped bare
to nothing
but cog logic
and the mechanics of pure desire
with no causal reason
but to love
sans flesh, or outer shell
Pure love.
Pure, like brakes
with no vessel to carry them
Just brakes, abandoned.

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