Dimensions
DIMENSIONS.
To think of you
Is not to think of you
Tonight.
A single point diverges
Into dimensions of horizon
Subterranean reasons within
Causing rippled symptoms.
Singular diversions
Of narcissus nihilty
A muted presence
Perhaps will be sufficient
For directing love into some clarity.
A life perhaps you loose
Or control over its luminosity
An entry into cessation
A heart into intellectual sterility.
A few returned to the sea
To pick rock or the rose
Under scorpioned rough shades
Some deadly tumults in remorse.
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