In prior days, I allowed myself to be frequented by insistent worry and restless indecision; presently I find myself at rest; in complete entrancement beside daytime riverside embankments. Afternoon calls my subconscious to an open countryside clearing. These vast greening fields have known peace for quite some time now. A commanding wind descends across the widened Pacific perimeter. Oceans of gray grain and abundant barley. Sunflower willows in the prime of god's seasonal imagery. I squat beside an abandoned lakeside where the country-stream runs steadily. Hours dwindle majestically beyond my subdued presence. We picnicked once along these village water-canals. I held your firm hand in my apprehensive grip; never to let your breathing escape me. Pale winds descended down upon our painted playing-field awhile back. I've let you escape me in god's time; recalling fondly our comfortable delusion. Back home in residential evening; independent music resounded beneath our four-story apartment ceiling. The afternoon city is yet to forgive me for wasted years thrown out with the recyclables. Womanly acquaintances left streaking rainbow residue upon my frail blue horizon.
Salt-water mermaids drowned in green-sweeping seas of late-afternoon promises; broken and calmed, winded with reassured resistance. The flexible elastic of young adulthood snapped between my frail bruised fingertips. I check up on you occasionally amid modern channels of electronic signatures. My wish is for you to maintain health and happiness; as long as your unpredictable years unravel before you. (angelic-eyes aligned in nocturnal eyeliner). Green seaweed caught upon ragged rocks of purple coral. Limestone and water-stained. Ivory waves and sea-foam-buoys remain adrift throughout the sun's ultraviolet sparkle. Radiant light-beams refract off oceanic crests wreathed and washed up on shoreline beaches . Clouds drift above leaving skyline trails of fading smoke; intoxicating the layered o-zone atmosphere. Clear through lunar night-time cycles; vibrant in shallow lucid daytime intervals.
What have you seen from local Brooklyn balconies; peering downward to preoccupied pedestrians doing jay-walk jags to traffic-signal restroom havens. In the quaint corners of broken night; I apathetically sneer to the broken-down taxicab natives soaked in overpriced gasoline. Eastern: yet area-codes away. Upon f-stop timelines and desirable dreamlike equators: you wear your girly shirtsleeves adequately. Our decades unfold exponentially; piling years upon lost days of failed attempts at vain contentment.
In the crimson hearth of prosthetic awareness; this may come once a lifetime. Our porous flesh lies vulnerably in maroon pools of thickened bloodline ancestry. Families derived from defective tongue-like sinews. I want our kids to emanate from your deep-routed vagina sewer; while the sharp cryptic knives of humanity pierce through our child's playpen anatomy.
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