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Oblivius

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untame me
soft and unfocused
the universe spins and
shrinks around me

I am a giant in this
chromatic aberration yet
I am absent, fragmented light
dancing for stained glass galleries
consume me with your
color fringed eyes

express movement with me
fluorescent intent in each
of our strokes—
flat black paint pulled
across alabaster lips

the air you breathe is
immaculate
milky movement adrift
riding incense wisps,
our world has become bokeh
what are we standing on?

I have found myself: here
at this intersection: now

between aromatic impulsion and
the calmness of your mundanity
it is here we will sink much further

into this down-feather dream

Oblivius: A Gallery

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There exists a dissonance when you finally acknowledge that which had previously gone unnoticed. It’s all subconscious consumption and blissful unawareness until you wake up one morning in a bed you’ve woken up in dozens of times before to find yourself someplace new– it is here you find yourself, once oblivious, now in love over again. After being gone so long, it is so strange to suddenly be back.

 

 

 

Foxes

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dismantle with care: pick
yourself apart without malice
you are broken. pillows on an old

sofa, they beat out the dust to
bruise complacency they
take you out and beat you too often

be gentle, little boy
he is familiar with time here
he bites all of his fingernails

too far down into the nailbeds
vulpine foxes, fingernails bite and bleed
skin exposed, you are soft touch

unsolicited adventure pries open your
lips but you are ill-equipped, declawed,
a writer in the dark

you are stoic little boy, your fur
is wet and matted but the earth hears you
being beaten and she knows

you mean well

Grooves

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come, lie with me
it is just a matter of time before
the ocean takes us away
again, we melt together
like resin, we fill the grooves
of an old wooden coffee table
we, pale bodies, like
marbled driftwood cities
afloat, in the distance
there is nothing out there but us

Jellyfish

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black sand beaches
and perfectly symmetrical faces
offset bone lace dresses
grazing the lines of tradition
before leaving it behind

salty waves break upon hips
and opal glows between toes
the jellies are soft tonight
translucent moons staining
sapphire vows

take me by the wrist
to find the prophetess
deep in the Pacific Ocean
where jellyfish live