Wormholes

Worm(hole)

The blinded in a hall of mirrors,

Gravity of love

restrictively shapes me, 

pressing spirit within a mason jar.

Another light, aftersun, 

makes me lose sensorium 

inspiring bulimia.

Privilege of love,

hypnotic pangs like

rhythm of howling waves.

All other tastes bland, and insipid.

zen ruined by failed retching, 

filthy hound who comes back 

to gorge his own technicolor yawn.

Delusion of love,

who has fooled man, 

proactive idealism is 

absent cattle; a detriment

to his inflated sophistication.

while disrespectfully,

he remains unconquered.

Blind man sullied, 

Seeing, the stench of his fruits, 

mediocrity overwhelmed 

by pride’s contradiction.

senses which finally return–

within the second light.

my unkempt garden of love, 

reeks of filth.

Sisyphus’s Stream

[i move] for i cannot stop

teetering masses carried, pulp burden 

of deeds that I commit, in continuity;

for that is my absolving punishment.

[therefore i am], gravity’s apple.

Hole

perplexing lens of my wormhole eyes

newtons law is metaphysical:

bullying fatigue, from your spell 

captivates the hollowed head.

Requiem masses confuse laborers. 

contrasting heat which presses me, 

I remain in motion.

smudged cleansing leaves my vision muddied,

confounding Lacrimosa, weeps hilarity.

Attached to your gifts, 

still lacking remembrance, 

gratitude omitted by bastard saint.

violet vestments adorned under my urine-grave constricting.

muddied lens– my life’s avowal,

craving fire to exhaust the molded ego.

All other senses are of mothers regret,

Newton’s cradle of backdoor impiety, 

blindsighting body’s ignorance.

The Sufis count sands, 

in catacombs of my mind.

wavering bliss and negative creeps,

my true vision’s horror. 

I will remain nailed, held as I diminish.

reconciliation in my misuse, 

stagnation which preserves.