extreme/antiquity.

millionfelt folded origami stare
and whitening the smile that was
dropped from a story window, re-
lentlessly original storytelling
paradigm in future that subsumes

all the gold-dust and the preci-
ous metals that move the engines
grand, slow, harnessed, generous
oxygen circulating by dint of my
cleanliness.. shuddering drinker

blinking out the stars with old-
en stories moving her guts and i
didn't leave her there, no! soul
fall down and fire, she had for-
given me before i ever set foot;

rhymes that boast splendid magic
given the river which divided us
both sky and glancing, blow upon
pipe, and also involving oneself
in the tragic comedy of karma, a

ritual which is--to some--sacred
but which gives me toothache, so
sweetening a delicacy, currently
subsisting on tongues inside the
logic substituted for sensuality

in the wind.. there's a gotham &
a self-reliance, and confessions
are usually uninteresting to all
but the dreamer, so consider our
engagement post-rocked & mathed.